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THOUGHTS IN VERSE 



SUNDAYS AND HOLYDAYS 



THROUGHOUT THE YEAR, 

<*;^ 1S73 y-. 

REV. JOHN Ki:.BL&^^'^^^ 



In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength. 

Isaiah xxx. 15. 



PHILADELPHIA 
DUFFIELD ASHM EAD 

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ADVERTISEMENT. 



Next to a sound rule of faith, there is nothirg 
of so much consequence as a sober standard of 
feeling in matters of practical religion : and it is 
the peculiar happiness of the Church of England 
to possess, in her authorized formularies, an ample 
and secure provision for both. But in times of 
much leisure and unbounded curiosity, when ex- 
citement of every kind is sought after with a 
morbid eagerness, this part of the merit of our 
Liturgy, is likely in some measure to be lost, on 
many even of its sincere admirers : the very tem- 
pers which most require such discipline, setting 
themselves, in general, most decidedly against it. 

The object of the present publication will be 
attained, if any person find assistance from it in 

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JV ADVERTISEMENT. 

bringing his own thoughts and feelings into more 
entire unison with those recommended and exem- 
plified in the Prayer Book. The work does not 
furnish a complete series of compositions ; being, 
in many parts, rather adapted with more or less 
propriety to the successive portions of the Liturgy, 
than originally suggested by them. Something 
has been added at the end concerning the several 
Occasional Services : which constitute, from their 
personal and domestic nature, the most perfect 
instance of that soothing tendency in the Prayer 
Book, which it is the chief purpose of these pages 
to exhibit. 

Mat 30th, 1827. 



CONTENTS. 



FAas 

Morning ... . 9 

Evening 12 

Advent Sunday 14 

Second Sunday in Advent. The Signs of the Times . . 17 

Third Sunday in Advent. The Travellers ... 20 

Fourth Sunday in Advent. Dimness 22 

Christmas Day 25 

St. Stephen's Day 28 

St. John's Day 30 

The Holy Innocents 32 

First Sunday after Christmas. The Sun-dial of Ahaz . . 34 

The Circumcision 36 

Second Sunday after Christmas. The Pilgrim'' s Song . . 39 

The Epiphany 42 

First Sunday after Epiphany. The Nightingale . . .44 
Second Sunday after Epiphany. The Secret of Perpetual 

Youth 46 

Third Sunday after Epiphany. The Good Centurion . . 49 
Fourth Sunday after Epiphany. The World is for Excitement, 

the Gc%pelfor Soothing . . 52 

Fifth Sunday after Epiphany. Cure Sin and you cure Sorrow 55 

Sixth Sunday after Epiphany. The B.nefUs of Uncertainty . 68 

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Tl CONTENTS. 

PASV 

Septuagesima Sunday 61 

Sexagesiina Sunday .64 

Quinquagesima Sunday 67 

Ash-Wednesday 69 

First Sunday in Lent. The City of Refuge . . . .72 

Second Sunday in Lent. Esau's Forfeit .... 74 

Third Sunday in Lent. The Spoils of Satan ... 77 

Fourth Sunday in Lent. The Rose-hud .... 79 

Fifth Sunday in Lent. The Burning Bush .... 82 

Sunday next before Easter. The Children in the Temple , 85 

Monday before Easter. CJirist waiting for the Cross . . 87 

Tuesday before Easter. Christ refusing the Wine and Mjrrh 90 
Wednesday before Easter. Clirist in the Garden . . .92 

Thursday before Easter. The Vision of the Latter Days . 95 

Good Friday 97 

Easter Eve 100 

Easter Day 102 

Monday in Easter Week. St. Peter and Cornelius . . 105 

Tuesday in Easter Week. The Snow-drop .... 107 

First Sunday after Easter. The restless Pastor reproved . 110 

Second Sunday after Easter. Balaam 112 

Third Sunday after Easter. Languor and Travail . . 115 

Fourth Sunday after Easter. The Dove on the Cross . . 117 

Fifth Sunday after Easter. The Priesfs Intercessor . , 120 

Ascension Day 123 

Sunday after Ascension Day. Seed time .... 125 

Whitsunday 128 

Monday in Whitsun-week. The City of Confusion . . 130 

Tuesday in Whitsun-week. Holy Orders .... 184 

Trinity Sunday . 137 

First Sunday after Trinity. Israel among the ruins of Canaan 140 
Second Sunday after Trinity. Charity the Life of Faith . 142 
Third Sunday after Trinity. Comfort for Sinners in the pre- 
sence of the Good 145 

Fourth Sunday after Trinity. The Groans of Nature . . 147 

Fifth Sunday after Trinity, llie Fishermen of Bdhsaida . 151 

Sixth Sunday after Trinity. The Psalmist repenting . . 153 

Seventh Sunday after Trinity. The Feast in He Wilderness 166 



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PA.OB 

Eighth Sunday after Trinity. The Disobedient Prophet . 158 
Ninth Sunday after Trinity. Elijah in Horeb . . .160 

Tenth Sunday after Trinity. Christ weeping over Jerusalem 163 

Eleventh Sunday after Trinity.- GeJiazi reproved . . 165 

Twelfth Sunday after Trinity. The Deaf and Dumb . . 167 

Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity. Moses on the Motint . 170 

Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Ten Lepers . . 173 

Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity. The Flaivers of tJoe Field . 175 

Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity. Hope is better than Ease . 177 
Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. EzelcieVs Vision in Vie 

Temple 179 

Eighteeuth Sunday after Trinity, lite Church in the Wilder- 
ness 182 

Nineteenth Sunday after Trinity. Shadrach, Meshach, and 

Abednego 186 

Twentieth Sunday after Trinity. Mountain Scenery . . 188 
Twenty first Sunday after Trinity. The Red-breast in Sep 

tember .190 

Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity. The Rule of Christian 

forgiveness 193 

Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity. Forest Leaves in Autumn 195 
Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity. Imperfection of Human 

Sympathy 197 

Twenty-fifth Sunday after Trinity. The two Rainbows . 200 

Sunday next before Advent. Self examination before Advent 202 

St. Andrew's Day 205 

St. Thomas the Apostle 207 

Conversion of St. Paul 210 

Purification of St. Mary the Yirgin 214 

St. Matthias' Day 217 

Annunciation of the Blessed Mrgin Mary .... 219 

St. Mark's Day 221 

St. Philip and St. James's Day ...... 22S 

St. Barnabas the Apostle 225 

St. John Baptist's Day , . 228 

St. Peter's Day 231 

St. James the Apostle 284 

St. Bartholomew the Apostle 238 



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CONTENTS. 



St. Matthew the Apostle . 

St. Michael and all Angels 

St. Luke the Evangelist . 

St. Simon and St. Jude, Apostles 

All Saints' Day 

Holy Communion 

Holy Baptism .... 

Catechism 

Confirmation .... 

Matrimony .... 

Visitation and Communion of the Sjck 

Burial of the Dead 

Churching of Women 

Commination 

Forms of Prayer to be used at Sea 

Gunpowder Treason . 

King Charles the Martyr 

The Restoration of the Royal Family 

The Accession .... 

Ordination .... 

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PAGI 

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242 
245 
249 
251 
253 
256 
258 
260 
262 
264 
266 
269 
270 
272 
274 
276 
278 

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282 

, 286 



THE 



CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Portting. 



His compassions fail not. They are new ever/ morning. 

Lament, iii. 22, 2.3. 

Hues of the rich unfolding morn, 
That, ere the glorious sun be born, 
By some soft touch invisible 
Around his path are taught to swell ; — 

Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay, 
That dancest forth at opening day, 
And brushing by with joyous wing, 
Wakenest each little leaf to sing ; — 

Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, 
By which deep grove and tangled stream 
Pay, for soft rains in season given, 
Their tribute to the genial heaven ; — 

Why waste your treasures of delight 
Upon our thankless, joyless sight ; 

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10 THE CHRIST.IA.N YEAR. 

Who day by day to sin awake, 
Seldom of Heaven and you partake ? 

Oh ! timely happy, timely wise, 
Hearts that with rising morn arise ! 
Eyes that the beam celestial view. 
Which evermore makes all things new !* 

New every morning is the love 
Our wakening and uprising prove ; 
Through sleep and darkness safely brought. 
Restored to life, and power, and thought. 

New mercies, each returning day, 

Hover around us while we pray ; 

New perils past, new sins forgiven, 

New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven. 

If on our daily course our mind 
Be set to hallow all we find, 
New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, 
As more of Heaven in each we see : 
Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 

As for some dear familiar strain 
Untir'd we ask, and ask again, 

* Revelations xxi. 5. 



MORNINa. 11 

Ever, in its melodious store, 
Finding a spell unheard before ; 

Such is the bliss of souls serene, 

When they have sworn, and steadfast mean 

Counting the cost, in all t' espy 

Their God, in all themselves deny. 

could we learn that sacrifice. 
What lights would all around us rise ! 
How would our hearts with wisdom talk 
Along Life's dullest dreariest walk ! 

We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, 
Our neighbour and our work farewell, 
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high 
For sinful man beneath the sky : 

The trivial round, the common task, 
Would furnish all we ought to ask ; 
Room to deny ourselves ; a road 
To bring us, daily, nearer God. 

Seek we no more ; content with these, 
Let present Rapture, Comfort, Ease, 
As Heaven shall bid them, come and go :— 
The secret this of Rest below. 

Only, Lord, in Thy dear love 
Fit us for perfect Rest above ; 
And help us, this and every day. 
To live more nearly as we pray. 



12 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. 

SI. Lulce xxiv. ' 

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, 
Fast fading from our wistful gaze ; 
Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight 
The last faint pulse of quivering light. 

In darkness and in weariness 
The traveller on his way must press, 
No gleam to watch on tree or tower, 
Whiling away the lonesome hour. 

Sun of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if Thou be near : 
Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 

"When round Thy wondrous works below 
My searching ra]pturous glance I throw. 
Tracing out Wisdom, Power, and Love, 
In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; — 

Or by the light Thy words disclose 
Watch Time's full river as it flows. 
Scanning Thy gracious Providence, 
Where not too deep for mortal sense : — 

When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, 
And all the flowers of life unfold ; 



EVENING. jg 

Let not my heart within me burn, 
Except in all I Thee discern. 

When the soft dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest 
For ever on my Saviour's breast. 

Abide with me from morn till eve. 
For without Thee I cannot live : 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die? 

Thou Framer of the light and dark, 
Steer through the tempest Thine own ark ; 
Amid the howling wintry sea 
We are in port if we have Thee.* 

The Rulers of this Christian land, 
'Twixt Thee and us ordained to stand,— 
Guide Thou their course, Lord, aright, 
Let all do all as in Thy sight. 

Oh ! by Thine own sad burthen, borne 
So meekly up the hill of scorn, 
Teach Thou Thy Priests their daily cross 
To bear as Thine, nor count it loss! 

If some poor wandering child of Thine 
Have spurn'd, to-day, the voice divine, 

* men thej willinglj received Him into the ship: and immediately 
the ship was at the land whither they went. St. John vi. 21. 



14 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. ^ 

Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; 
Lef Mm no more lie down in sin. 

Watch by the sick : enrich the poor 
With blessings from Thy boundless store : 
Be every mourner's sleep to-night 
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 

Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till in the ocean of Thy love 
We lose ourselves in Heaven above. 



Now it is high time to awake out of sleep : for now is our salvatioo 
nearer than when we believed. Romans xiii. 11. 

Awake — again the Gospel-trump is blown — 
From year to year it swells with louder tone, 
From year to year the signs of wrath 
Are gathering round the Judge's path, 
Strange words fulfill'd, and mighty works achiev'd, 
And truth in all the world both hated and believ'd. 

Awake ! why linger in the gorgeous town, 
Sworn liegemen of the Cross and thorny crown ? 
Up from your beds of sloth for shame. 
Speed to the eastern mount like flame, 
Nor wonder, should ye find your King in tears, 
Even with the loud Hosanna ringing in His ears. 



ADVENT SUNDAY. 1^ 

Alas ! no need to rouse them : lon^ ago 
They are gone forth to swell Messiah's show: 
With glittering robes and garlands sweet 
They strew the ground beneath His feet • 
All but your hearts are there-0 doom'd to p*rov»^ 
The arrows wing'd in Heaven for Faith that will not 
love! 

Meanwhile He paces through th' adoring crowd 
Calm as the march of some majestic cloud, 
That o'er wild scenes of ocean-war 
Holds its still course in Heaven afar : 
Even so, heart-searching Lord, as years roll on 
Thou keepest silent watch from Thy triumphal throne : 

Even so, the world is thronging round to gaze 
On the dread vision of the latter days, 

Constrain^d to own Thee, but in heart 

Prepar'd to take Barabbas' part : 
"Hosanna" now, to morrow "Crucify," 
The changeful burden still of their rude lawless cry. 

Yet in that throng of selfish hearts untrue 
Thy sad eye rests upon Thy faithful few, 

Children and childlike souls are there, 

Blind Bartimeus' humble prayer. 
And Lazarus waken'd from his four days' sleep 
Enduring life again, that Passover to keep. 

And fast beside thn olive-border'd way 

Stands the bless'd home, where Jesus deign'd to stay 

The peaceful home, to Zeal sincere 

And heavenly Contemplation dear, 



16 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Where Martha lov'd to wait with reverence meet, 
And wiser Mary linger'd at Thy sacred feet. 

Still through decaying ages as they glide, 
Thou lov'st Thy chosen remnant to divide ; 
Sprinkled along the waste of years 
Full many a soft green isle appears : 
Pause where we may upon the desert road, 
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode. 

When withering blasts of error swept the sky,* 
And Love's last flower seem'd fain to droop and die. 

How sweet, how lone the ray benign 

On shelter'd nooks of Palestine ! 
Then to his early home did Love repair,f 
And cheer'd his sickening heart with his own native 



Years roll away : again the tide of crime 

Has swept Thy footsteps from the favour' d clime. 

AVhere shall the holy Cross find rest ? 

On a crowned monarch's J mailed breast : 
Like some bright angel o'er the darkling scene, 
Through court and camp he holds his heavenward 
course serene. 

A fouler vision yet ; an age of light. 
Light without love, glares on the aching sight ; 
who can tell how calm and sweet. 
Meek Walton ! shows thy green retreat, 

* Arianism in the fourth century. 

t See St. Jerome's Works, i. 123, edit. Erasm. 

X St. Louis in tha thirteoath century. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 17 

\^Iien wearied with the tale thy times disclose, 
The eje first finds thee out in thy secure repose ? 

Thus bad and good their several warnings give 
Of His approach, whom none may see and live : 
Faith's ear, with awful still delight, 
Counts them like minute bells at night, 
Keeping the heart awake till dawn of morn, 
While to her funeral pile this aged world is borne. 

But what are Heaven's alarms to hearts that cower 
In wilful slumber, deepening every hour, 
That draw their curtains closer round. 
The nearer swells the trumpet's sound ? 
Loi^i, ere our trembling lamps sink down and die, 
Touch us with chastening hand, and make us feel 
Thee nigh. 



^^conb S«nbag in gibbenl 

And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift 
up jour heads ; for your redemption draAveth nigh. St. Luke xxxi. 28. 

Not till the freezing blast is still. 

Till freely leaps the sparkling rill. 

And gales sweep soft from summer skies, 

As o'er a sleeping infant's eyes 

A mother's kiss; ere calls like these. 

No sunny gleam awakes the trees. 

Nor dare the tender flowerets show 

Their bosoms to th' uncertain glow. 

2* 



18 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR, 

Why then, in sad and wintry time, 
Her heavens all dark with doubt and crime, 
Why lifts the Church her drooping head, 
As though her evil hour were fled ? 
Is she less wise than leaves of spring, 
Or birds that cower with folded wing ? 
What sees she in this lowering sky 
To tempt her meditative eye ? 

She has a charm, a word of fire, 
A pledge of love that cannot tire ; 
By tempests, earthquakes, and by wars, 
By rushing waves and falling stars, 
By every sign her Lord foretold, 
She sees the world is waxing old,* 
And through that last and direst storm 
Descries by faith her Saviour's form. 

Not surer does each tender gem, 
Set in the fig-tree's polished stem, 
Foreshow the summer season bland, 
Than these dread signs Thy mighty hand : 
But oh ! frail hearts, and spirits dark ! 
The season's flight unwarned we mark, 
But miss the Judge behind the door,f 
For all the light of sacred lore : 

Yet is He there : beneath our eaves 
Each sound His wakeful ear receives : 



'^ The -world hath lost his youth, and the times begin ta w%x old. f 
Esdras xiv. 10. 
t See St. James v. 9. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 19 



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Hush, idle words, and thoughts of ill, 
Your Lord is listening: peace, be still. 
Christ watches by a Christian's hearth. 
Be silent, <^vain deluding mirth," 
Till in thine altered voice be known 
Somewhat of Resignation's tone. 

But chiefly ye should lift your gaze 
Above the world's uncertain haze, 
And look with calm unwavering eye 
On the bright fields beyond the sky, 
Ye, who your Lord's commission bear, 
His way of mercy to prepare : 
Angels He calls ye : be your strife 
To lead on earth an Angel's life. 

Think not of rest ; though dreams be sweet, 
Start up, and ply your heaven-ward feet. 
Is not God's oath upon your head. 
Ne'er to sink back on slothful bed, 
Never again your loins untie. 
Nor let your torches waste and die. 
Till, when the shadows thickest fall, 
Ye hear your Master's midnight call ? 

•It» fabulantur, ut qui sciant Dominum audire. 

Tertull. Apolog. p. 36. edit. Rigali 



20 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

fljirir Sunbag in gibknt. 

What went ye out into the M'ilderness to Bee ? A reed shs^ken with 
the wind ? . . . But what went ye out for to see ? A prophet ? yea, I say 
unto yon, and more than a prophet. St. Matthew xi. 7 9- 

"VVhat went ye out to see 

O'er the rude sandy lea, 
Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm, 

Or where Gennesaret's wave 

Delights the flowers to lave, 
That o'er her western slope breathe airs of balm? 

All through the summer night, 

Those blossoms red and bright* 
Spread their soft breasts, unheeding, to the breeze, 

Like hermits watching still 

Around the sacred hill. 
Where erst our Saviour watch'd upon His knees. 

The Paschal moon above 

Seems like a saint to rove, 
Left shining in the world with Christ alone ; 

Below, the lake's still face 

Sleeps sweetly in the embrace 
Of mountains terrass'd high with mossy stone. 

Here may we sit, and dream 
Over the heavenly theme, 
Till to our soul the former days return ; 

* Rhododendrons: with which the western bank of the lake :« said to 
be clothed down to the water's edge 



THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 21 

Till on the grassy bed, 
Where thousands once He fed, 
The world's incarnate Maker we discern. 

cross no more the main, 

Wandering so wild and vain, 
To count the reeds that tremble in the wind, 

On listless dalliance bound. 

Like children gazing round, 
Who on God's works no seal of Godhead find : 

Bask not in courtly bower. 

Or sun-bright hall of power, 
Pass Babel quick, and seek the holy land — 

From robes of Tyrian dye 

Turn with undazzled eye 
To Bethlehem's glade, or Carmel's haunted strand 

Or choose thee out a cell 

In Kedron's storied dell. 
Beside the springs of Love, that never die . 

Among the olives kneel 

The chill night-blast to feel. 
And watch the Moon that saw thy Master's agony. 

Then rise at dawn of day. 

And wind thy thoughtful way. 
Where rested once the Temple's stately shade, 

With due feet tracing round 

The city's northern bound. 
To th' o^her holy garden, where the Lord was laid 



22 THE CHUISriAN YEAR. 

Who thus alternate see 

His death and victory, 
Rising and falling as on angel wings, 

They, while they seem to roam, 

Draw daily nearer home, 
Their heart untravell'd still adores the King of kings. 

Or, if at home they stay, 

Yet are they, day by day. 
In spirit journeying through the glorious land, 

Not for light Fancy's reed. 

Nor Honour's purple meed. 
Nor gifted Prophet's lore, nor Science' wondrous 
wand. 

But more than Prophet, more 

Than Angels can adore 
With face unveil'd, is he they go to seek: 

Blessed be God, Whose grace 

Shows Him in every place 
To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek. 



Jottrf^ Swnbag lit gibfemt 

The eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that 
heir shall hearken. Isaiah xxxii. 3. 

Of the bright things in earth and air 
How little can the heart embrace ! 

Soft shades and gleaming lights are there — 
I know it well, but cannot trace. 



FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT. 28 

Mine eye unworthy seems to read 

One page of Nature's beauteous book ; 

It lies before me, fair outspread 

I only cast a wishful look. 

I cannot paint to ]\Iemory's eye 

The scene, the glance, I dearest love— 

Unchang'd themselves, in me they die, 
Or faint, or false, their shadows prove. 

In vain, with dull and tuneless ear, 

I linger by soft Music's cell, 
And in my heart of hearts would hear 

What to her own she deigns to tell. 

'Tis misty all, both sight and sound— 

I only know 'tis fair and sweet— 
'Tis wandering on enchanted ground 

With dizzy brow and tottering feet. 

But patience! there may come a time 
When these dull ears shall scan aright 

Strains, that outring Earth's drowsy chime, 
As Heaven outshines the taper's light. 

These eyes, that dazzled now and weak, 
At glancing motes in sunshine wink, ' 

Shall see the King's* full glory break, 
Nor from the blissful vision shrink: 

land that 13 very far off. Isaiah xxxiii. 17, 



24 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

In fearless love and hope uncloy'd 
For ever on that ocean bright 

Empower'd to gaze ; and undestroy'd, 
Deeper and deeper plunge in light. 

Though scarcely now their laggard glance 
Reach to an arrow's flight, that day 

They shall behold, and not in trance, 
The region "very far away." 

If Memory sometimes at our spell 
Refuse to speak, or speak amiss, 

"We shall not need her where we dwell 
Ever in sight of all our bliss. 

Meanwhile, if over sea or sky 

Some tender lights unnotic'd fleet, 

Or on lov'd features dawn and die, 
Unread, to us, their lesson sweet ; 

Yet are there saddening sights around, 
AVhich Heaven, in mercy, spares us too, 

And we see far in holy ground, 
If duly purg'd our mental view. 

The distant landscape draws not nigh 
For all our gazing ; but the soul. 

That upward looks, may still descry 
Nearer, each day, the brightening goal. 

And thou, too curious ear, that fain 
Wouldst thread the maze of Harmony 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 

Content thee with one simple strain, 
The lowlier, sure, the worthier thee ; 

Till thou art duly train'd, and taught 
The concord sweet of Love divine : 

Then, with that inward music fraught, 
For ever rise, and sing, and shine. 



25 



Christmas ^ag» 

And suddenly there was >vith the angel a multitude of the heavenly 
Lost praising God. St. Luhe ii. 13. 

What sudden blaze of song 

Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heav'n ? 
Tn waves of light it thrills along, 
Th' angelic signal given — 
*' Glory to God !'* from yonder central fire 
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry quire ; 

Like circles widening round 
Upon a clear blue river. 
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound 
Is echoed on for ever : 
** Glory to God on high, on earth be peace, 
"And love towards men of love* — salvation and 
*' release." 

* I have ventured to adopt the reading of the Vulgate, as being gene* 
rally known through Pergolesi's beautiful composition, " Gloria in ei 
oelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonce voluntatis " 

3 



36 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Yet stay, before thou dare 
To join that festal throng ; 
Listen and mark what gentle air 
First stirr'd the tide of song ; 
'Tis not, "the Saviour born in David's home, 
'** To Whom for power and health obedient worlds 
'' should come :" — 

'Tis not, "the Christ the Lord:"— 
With fix'd adoring look 
The choir of Angels caught the word. 
Nor yet their silence broke : 
But when they heard the sign, where Christ 
should be, 
In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony. 

Wrapp'd in His swaddling bands. 
And in His manger laid, 
The Hope and Glory of all lands 
Is come to the world's aid : 
No peaceful home upon his cradle smil'd, 
Ouests rudely went and came, where slept the royal 
Child. 

But where Thou dwellest, Lord, 
No other thought should be. 
Once duly welcom'd and ador'd, 
How should I part with Thee ? 
Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but thou wilt grace 
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place. 



CHRISTMAS DAY. 27 

Thee, on the bosom laid 
Of a pure virgin mind, 
In quiet ever, and in shade, 

Shepherd and sage may find ; 
They, who have bow'd untaught to Nature's sway, 
And they, who follow Truth along her star-pav'd 
way. 

The pastoral spirits first 
Approach Thee, Babe divine. 
For they in lowly thoughts are nurs'd, 
Meet for Thy lowly shrine : 
Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost 
dwell. 
Angels from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy 
cell. -^ 

Still, as the day comes round 
For Thee to be reveal'd, 
By wakeful shepherds Thou art found. 
Abiding in the field. 
All through the wintry heaven and chill night air, 
In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer. 

faint not ye for fear— - 
What though your wandering sheep, 
Reckless of what they see and hear, 
Lie lost in wilful sleep ? 
High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy 
Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy. 



28 THE CHRISTIAN YEAB. 

Think on th' eternal home, 
The Saviour left for you , 
Think on the Lord most holy, come 
To dwell with hearts untrue : 
So shall ye tread untir'd His pastoral ways, 
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise. 



St. Stephen s gag. 



He, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly into heaven, 
and saw the Glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God. 
Acts vii. 55. 

As rays around the source ofi light 
Stream upward ere he glow in sight, 
And watching by his future flight 

Set the clear heavens on fire ; 
So on the King of Martyrs wait 
Three chosen bands, in royal state,* 
And all earth owns, of good and great. 

Is gather'd in that choir. 

One presses on, and welcomes death : 
One calmly yields his willing breath, 
Nor slow, nor hurrying, but in faith 
Content to die or live : 

* "Wheatly on the Common Prayer, c. v. sect. iv. 2. " As there are 
three kinds of martyrdom, the first both in will and deed, which is th© 
highest; the second in will but not in deed ; the third in deed but not 
in will ; so the Church cDmrneraorates these martyrs iu the same order : 
St. Steph en first, who siiffered death both in will ard deed; St. John 
the Evangelist next, wLo suffered martyrdom in will but not in deed, 
the holy Innocents last, who suffered in deed but not in will." 



ST. Stephen's day. 29 

And some, the darlings of their Lord, 
Play smiling with the flame and sword, 
And, ere they speak, to His sure word 
Unconscious witness give. 

Foremost and nearest to His throne, 
By perfect robes of triumph known. 
And likest Him in look and tone, 

The holy Stephen kneels. 
With steadfast gaze, as when the sky 
Flew open to his fainting eye, 
Which, like a fading lamp, flash'd high, 
Seeing what death conceals. 

Well might you guess what vision bright 
Was present to his raptur'd sight, 
Even as reflected streams of light 

Their solar source betray — 
The glory which our God surrounds, 

The Son of Man, th' atoning wounds 

He sees them all ; and earth's dull bounds 
Are melting fast away. 

He sees them all — no other view 
Could stamp the Saviour's likeness true, 
Or with his love so deep embrue 

Man's sullen heart and gross 

*' Jesu, do Thou my soul receive; 

** Jesu, do Thou my foes forgive:" 

He who would learn that prayer, must live 

Under the Holy Cross. 
3* 



iO THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

He, though he seem on earth to move. 
Must glide in air like gentle dove, 
From yon unclouded depths above 
Must draw his purer breath ; 
Till men behold his angel face 
All radiant with celestial grace,* 
Martyr all o'er, and meet to trace 
The lines of Jesus' death. 



St IqIjh s gag. 

Peter seeing him, saith to Jesus, Lord, and what shall this man dof 
Jesus saith unto him. If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that U 
thee ? follow thou Me. St, John xxi. 21, 22. 

*' Lord, and what shall this man do ?" 
Ask'st thou, Christian, for thy friend ? 

If his love for Christ be true, 

Christ hath told thee of his end : 

This is he whom God approves, * 

This is he whom Jesus loves. 

Ask not of him more than this, 

Leave it in his Saviour's breast, 

Whether, early call'd to bliss. 

He in youth shall find his rest. 

Or armed in his station wait 

Till his Lord be at the gate : 

* And all that sat in the council, looking steadfastly on him, saw hil 
fa^ as it had >e*en the face of an angel. Acts vi. 15. 



ST. John's day. 31 

Whether in his lonely course 

(Lonely, not forlorn) he stay, 

Or with Love's supporting force 

Cheat the toil and cheer the way : 

Leave it all in His high hand, 

Who doth hearts as streams command.* 

Gales from Heaven, if so He will, 

Sweeter melodies can wake 
On the lonely mountain rill 

Than the meeting waters make. 
Who hath the Father and the Son, 
May be left, but not alone. 

Sick or healthful, slave or free. 

Wealthy, or despis'd and poor — 

What is that to him or thee. 

So his love to Christ endure ? 

AVhen the shore is won at last, 

Who will count the billows past ? 

Only, since our souls will shrink 
At the touch of natural grief, 

When our earthly lov'd ones sink. 
Lend us, Lord, Thy sure relief; 

Patient hearts, their pain to see, 

And Thy grace to follow Thee. 

• The kiug'8 heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of wates' 
He turneth it whichersoever He will. Proverbs xxi. 1. 



82 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



®^e Polg Inttocents. 

These were redeemed from among men, being tl first fruits unto 
God and to the Lamb. Eev. xiv. 4. 

Say, je celestial guards, who wait 
In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate, 

Say, who are these on golden wings, 
That hover o'er the new-born King of kings, 

Their palms and garlands telling plain 
That they are of the glorious martyr-train, 

Next to yourselves ordain'd to praise 
His Name, and brighten as on Him they gaze ? 

But where their spoils and trophies ? where 
The glorious dint a martyr's shield should bear ? 

How chance no cheek among them wears 
The deep-worn trace of penitential tears, 

But all is bright and smiling love, 
As if, fresh-borne from Eden's happy grove. 

They had flown here, their King to see. 
Nor ever had been heirs of dark mortality ? 

Ask, and some angel will reply, 
** These, like yourselves, were born to sin and die, 

** But ere the poison root was grown, 
**God set His seal, and mark'd them for His own. 

*'Baptiz'd in blood for Jesus' sake, 
**Now underneath the Cross their bed they make, 

"Not to be scar'd from that sure rest 
*'By frighten'd mother's shriek, or warrior's waving 
crest." 



THE HOLT INNOCENTS. 38 

Mindful of these, the first-fruits sweet 
Borne by the suffering Church her Lord to greet ; 

Bless'd Jesus ever lov'd to trace 
The "innocent brightness" of an infant's face. 

He rais'd them in His holy arms, 
He bless'd them from the world and all its harms : 

Heirs though they were of sin and shame, 
He bless'd them in His own and in His Father's 
Name. 

Then, as each fond unconscious child 
On th' everlasting Parent sweetly smil'd, 

(Like infants sporting on the shore, 
That tremble not at Ocean's boundless roar,) 

Were they not present to Thy thought, 
All souls, that in their cradles Thou hast bought ? 

But chiefly these, who died for Thee, 
That thou might'st live for them a sadder death to see. 

And next to these. Thy gracious word 
Was as a pledge of benediction, stor'd 

For Christian mothers, while they moan 
Their treasur'd hopes, just born, baptiz'd, and gone. 

Oh, joy for Rachel's broken heart ! 
She and her babes shall meet no more to part ; 

So dear to Christ her pious haste 
Ts trust them in His arms for ever safe embrac'd. 

She dares not grudge to leave them there, 
Where to behold them was her heart's first prayer, 

She dares not grieve — but she must weep, 
As her pale placid martyr sinks to sleep, 



84 THA CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Teaching so well and silently 
How, at the shepherd's call, the lamb should die : 

How happier far than life the end 
Of souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend. 



first Sttubag after ftljrblmas. 

80 the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. 
Isaiah xxxviii. 8; compare Josh. x. 13. 

'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun 
His daily course refus'd to run, 

The pale moon hurrying to the west 
Paus'd at a mortal's call, to aid 
Th' avenging storm of war, that laid 
Seven guilty realms at once on earth's defiled breast. 

But can it be, one suppliant tear 
Should stay the ever-moving sphere? 
A sick man's lowly breathed sigh, 
When from the world he turns away,* 
And hides his weary eyes to pray. 
Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of 
the sky ? 

We too, Lord, would fain command, 
As then, Thy wonder-working hand, 
And backward force the waves of Time, 

*Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto 
the Lord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2. 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 35 

That now so swift and silent bear 
Our restless bark from year to year ; 
Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime. 

Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warm'd, 
And vows, too pure to be perform'd, 

And prayers blown wide by gales of care ; — 
Ihese, and such faint half-waking dreams, 
Like stormy lights on mountain streams, 
Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience 
glare. 

How shall we 'scape th' o'erwhelming Past? 
Can spirits broken, joys o'ercast, 

And eyes that never more may smile : — 
Can these th' avenging bolt delay, 
Or win us back one little day 
The bitterness of death to soften and beguile ? 

Father and Lover of our souls ! 
Though darkl}' round Thine anger rolls, 

Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom, 
Thou seek'st to warn us, not confound, 
Thy showers would pierce the harden'd ground, 
And win it to give out its brightness and perfume. 

Thou smil'st on us in wrath, and we, 
Even in remor^^e, would smile on Thee ; 

The tears that bathe our offer'd hearts, 
We would not have them stain'd and dim, 
But dropp'd from wings of seraphim, 
All glowing with the light accepted Love imparts. 



36 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay, 
Power cannot change them, but Love may, 

What cannot be, Love counts it done. 
Deep in the heart, her searching view 
Can read where Faith is fix'd and true. 
Through shades of setting life can see Heaven's work 
begun. 

Thou, who keep'st the Key of Love, 
Open Thy fount, eternal Dove, 

And overflow this heart of mine, 
Enlarging as it fills with Thee, 
Till in one blaze of charity 
Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine ; 

Till, as each moment wafts us higher. 
By every gush of pure desire. 

And high-breath'd hope of joys above, 
By every sacred sigh we heave, 
Whole years of folly we outlive. 
In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love 



Silje Circiimctsioit of dli^nst. 

In ■whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made witicit 
hands. Coloss. ii. 11. 

The year begins with Thee, 
And Thou beginn'st with woe. 
To let the world of sinners see 
That blood for sin must flow. 



THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. 87 

Thine infant cries, Lord, 
Thy tears upon the breast, 
Are not enough — the legal sword 
Must do its stern behest. 

Like sacrificial wine 
Pourd on a victim's head, 
Are those few precious drops of Thine, 
Now first to offering led. 

They are the pledge and seal 
Of Christ's unswerving faith 
Given to His Sire, our souls to heal, 
Although it cost His death. 

They to His Church of old, 
To each true Jewish heart. 
In Gospel graces manifold 
Communion blest impart. 

Now of Thy love we deem 
As of an ocean vast, 
Mounting in tides against the stream 
Of ages gone and past. 

Both theirs and ours Thou art. 
As we and they are thine ; 
Kings, Prophets, Patriarchs — all have part 
Along the sacred line. 

By blood and water too 
Goi's mark is set on Thee, 
4 



88 THE CHUISTIAN YEAR 

That in Thee every faithful view 
Both covenants might see. 

bond of union, dear 
And strong as is Thy grace ! 
Saints, parted by a thousand year, 
May thus in heart embrace. 

Is there a mourner true, 
Who fallen on faithless days. 
Sighs for the heart-consoling view 
Of those. Heaven deign'd to praise ? 

In spirit mayst thou meet 
With faithful Abraham here, 
AVhom soon in Eden thou shalt greet 
A nursing Father dear. 

Wouldst thou a poet be ? 
And would thy dull heart fain 
Borrow of Israel's minstrelsy 
One high enraptur'd strain ? 

Come here thy soul to tune, 
Here set thy feeble chant, 
Here, if at all beneath the moon, 
Is holy David's haunt. 

Art thou a child of tears. 
Cradled in care and woe ? 
And seems it hard, thy vernal years 
Few vernal joys can show? 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS. 39 

And fall the sounds of mirth 
Sad on thy lonely heart, 
From all the hopes and charms of earth 
Untimely calFd to part ? 

Look here, and hold thy peace : 
The Giver of all good 
Even from the womb takes no release 
From suffering, tears, and blood. 

If thou wouldst reap in love, 
First sow in holy fear : 
So life a winter's morn may prove 
To a bright endless year. 



S-etonb Sunbag after Christmas. 

When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their 
tongue faileth for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel 
will not forsake them. Isaiah xli. 17. 

And wilt Thou hear the fever' d heart 

To Thee in silence cry ? 
And as th' inconstant wildfires dart 

Out of the restless eye. 
Wilt Thou forgive the wayward thought, 
By kindly woes jqi half untaught 
A Saviour's right, so dearly bought, 

That Hope should never die ? 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Thou wilt : for many a languid prayer 

Has reach'd Thee from the wild, 
Since the lorn mother, wandering there, 

Cast down her fainting child,* 
Then stole apart to weep and die, 
Nor knew an Angel form was nigh, 
To show soft waters gushing by 
And dewy shadows mild. 

Thou wilt— for Thou art Israel's God, 

And thine unwearied arm 
Is ready yet with Moses' rod. 

The hidden rill to charm 
Out of the dry unfathom'd deep 
Of sands, that lie in lifeless sleep. 
Save when the scorching whirlwinds heap 

Their waves in rude alarm. 

These moments of wild wrath are Thine— 

Thine too the drearier hour 
When o'er th' horizon's silent line 
Fond hopeless fancies cower, 
And on the traveller's listless way 
Rises and sets th' unchanging day. 
No cloud in heaven to slake its ray, 
On earth no sheltering bower. 

Thou wilt be there, and not forsake, 

To turn the bitter pool 
Into a bright and breezy lake, 

The throbbing brow to cool : 

* Hagar. See Genesis xxi. 1&. 



SECOND SUNDAY AF:?ER CHRISTMAS. 41 

Till left awhile with Thee alone 
The wilful heart be fain to own 
That He, by whom our bright hours shone. 
Our darkness best may rule. 

The scent of water far away « 

Upon the breeze is flung : 
The desert pelican to-day 

Securely leaves her young, 
Reproving thankless man, w^ho fears 
To journey on a few lone years, 
Where on the sand Thy step appears, 

Thy crown in sight is hung. 

Thou, who didst sit on Jacob's well 

The weary hour of noon,^- 
The languid pulses Thou canst tell, 

The nerveless spirit tune. 
Thou from Whose cross in anguish burst 
The cry that own'd thy dying thirst, f 
To Thee we turn, our Last and First, 

Our Sun and soothing Moon. 

From darkness, here, and dreariness 

We ask not full repose. 
Only be Thou at hand, to bless 

Our trial hour of woes. 
Is not the pilgrim's toil o'erpaid 
By the clear rill and palmy shade ? 
And see we not, up Earth's dark glado, 

The gate of Heaven unclose ? 

* St. John iv. 6. f St. John xix. 2vS. 

4* 



42 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



€^t Cpipljang. 



And, lo, the star, which they saw in the east, went before <^hein, tiQ 
it came and stood over where the young Child was. When they sa-w th» 
star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy. St. Matthew ii. 9, 10. 

Star of the East, how sweet art Thou, 

Seen in life's early morning sky, 
Ere yet a cloud has dimm'd the brow, 

While yet we gaze with childish eye ; 

When father, mother, nuTsing friend, 
Most dearly lov'd, and loving best. 

First bid us from their arms ascend, 
Pointing to Thee in Thy sure rest. 

Too soon the glare of earthly day 
Buries, to us, Thy brightness keen, 

And we are left to find our way 
By faith and hope in Thee unseen. 

What matter? if the waymarks sure 

On every side are round us set. 
Soon overleap'd, but not obscure ? 

'Tis ours to mark them or forget. 

What matter ? if in calm old age 

Our childhood's star again arise, 
Crowning our lonely pilgrimage 

With all that cheers a wanderer's eyes ? 

Ne'er may we lose it from our sight. 
Till all our hopes and thoughts are led 



THE EPIPHANY. 43 

To where it stays its lucid flight 
Over our Saviour's lowly bed. 

There, swath'd in humblest poverty, 
On Chastity's meek lap enshrined, 

With breathless Reverence waiting by, 
When we our Sovereign Master find, 

Will not the long-forgotten glow 

Of mingled joy and awe return, 
When stars above or flowers below 

First made our infant spirits burn ? 

Look on us, Lord, and take our parts 

Even on Thy throne of purity ! 
From these our proud yet grovelling hearts 

Hide not Thy mild forgiving eye. 

Did not the Gentile Church find grace, 
Our mother dear, this favour'd day ? 

With gold and myrrh she sought Thy face, 
Nor didst Thou turn Thy face away 

She too,* in earlier, purer days, 

Had watch' d Thee gleaming faint and far— 
But wandering in self-chosen ways 

She lost Thee quite. Thou lovely star. 

Yet had her Father's finger turn'd 
To Thee her first inquiring glance : 

* The Patriarchal Church. 



44 THE CHRISTIAN YEAH. 

The deeper shame within her burn'd, 
When waken' d from her wilful trance. 

Behold, her wisest throng Thy gate, 
Their richest, sweetest, purest store, 

(Yet own'd too worthless and too late,) 
They lavish on Thy cottage-floor. 

They give their best — tenfold shame 
On us their fallen progeny. 

Who sacrifice the blind and lame-'- — 
Who will not wake or fast wi4h Thee ! 



J^irst Sirabng after ©ptpljang. 

They shall spring np as among the grass, as -willows by the water 
courses. Isaiah xliv. 4. 

Lessons sweet of spring returning, 
AVelcome to the thoughtful heart! 

May I call ye sense or learning, 

Instinct pure, or heaven-taught art? 

Be your title what it may, 

Sweet the lengthening April day, 

While with you the soul is free, 

Ranging wild o'er hill and lea. 

Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, 

To the iuAvard ear devout, 
Touch'd by light, with heavenly warning 

Your transporting chords ring out. 
* Malachi i. 8. 



FIEST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPIIA.NY. 45 

Every leaf in every nook, 
Every wave in every brook, 
Chanting with a solemn voice, 
Minds us of our better choice. 

Needs no show of mountain hoary, 
Winding shore or deepening glen, 

Where the landscape in its glory 
Teaches truth to wandering men : 

Give true hearts but earth and sky. 

And some flowers to bloom and die,— 

Homely scenes and simple views 

Lowly thoughts may best infuse. 

See the soft green willow springing 

Where the waters gently pass, 
Every way her free arms flinging 

O'er the moist and reedy grass. 
Long ere winter blasts are fled, 
See her tipp'd with vernal red, 
And her kindly flower displayed 
Ere her leaf can cast a shade. 

Though the rudest hand assail her, 

Patiently she droops awhile, 
But when showers and breezes hail her, 

AVears again her willing smile. 
Thus I learn Contentment's powe» 
From the slighted willow bower, 
Ready to give thanks and live 
On the least that Heaven may give. 



46 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

If, the quiet brooklet leaving, 

Up the stony vale I wind, 
Haply half in fancy grieving 

For the shades I leave behind, 
By the dusty wayside drear, 
Nightingales with joyous cheer 
Sing, my sadness to reprove, 
Gladlier than in cultur'd grove. 

Where the thickest boughs are twining 

Of the greenest darkest tree. 
There they plunge, the light declining— 

All may hear, but none may see. 
Fearless of the passing hoof, 
Hardly will they fleet aloof; 
So they live in modest ways, 
Trust entire, and ceaseless praise. 



Sttonb Sunbag nikx €pipbang. 

Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine ; and when men 
have well drunk, then that which is worse: but thou hast kept the good 
wine until now. St. John ii. 10. 

The heart of childhood is all mirth : 

We frolic to and fro 
As free and blithe, as if on earth 
» Were no such thing as woe. 

But if indeed with reckless faith 
We trust the flatterins voice. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 47 

Which whispers, '' Take thy fill ere death, 
" Indulge thee and rejoice ;" 

Too surely, every setting day, 

Some lost delight we mourn, 
The flowers all die along our way, 

Till we, too, die forlorn. 

Such is the world's gay garish feast, 

In her first charming boAvl 
Infusing all that fires the breast, 

And cheats th' unstable soul. 

And still, as loud the revel swells. 

The fever'd pulse beats higher, 
Till the sear'd taste from foulest wells 

Is fain to slake its fire. 

Unlike the feast of heavenly love 

Spread at the Saviour's word 
For souls that hear His call, and prove 

Meet for His bridal board. 

Why should we fear, youth's draught of joy, 

If pure, would sparkle less ? 
AVhy should the cup thcsooner cloy, 

Which God hath deign'd to bless ? 

For, is it Hope, that thrills so keen 

Along each bounding vein. 
Still whispering glorious things unseen ? — 

Faith makes the vision plain. 



48 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

The world would kill lier soon : but Faith 

Her daring dreams will cherish, 
Speeding her gaze o'er time and death 

To realms where nought can perish. 

Or is it Love, the dear delight 

Of hearts that know no guile, 
That all around see all things bright 

With their own magic smile ? 

The silent joy, that sinks so deep, 

Of confidence and rest, 
Lull'd in a father's arms to sleep, 

Clasp'd to a mother's breast? 

Who, but a Christian, through all life 

That blessing may prolong ? 
Who, through the world's sad day of strife, 

Still chant his morning song ? 

Fathers may hate us or forsake, 

God's foundlings then are we : 
Mother on child no pity take,* 

But we shall still have Thee. 

We may look home^ and seek in vain 

A fond fraternal heart, 
But Christ hath given His promise plain 

To do a Brother's part. 

* Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not haT« 
compassion on the son of her -svomb ? yea, they may forget, yet will 1 
not forget thee. laaiah xlix. 15. 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 49 

Nor shall dull age, as worldlings say, 

The heavenward flame annoy : 
The Saviour cannot pass away, 

And with him lives our joy. 

Ever the richest tenderest glow 

Sets round th' autumnal sun — 
But there sight fails : no heart may know 

The bliss when life is done. 

Such is thy banquet, dearest Lord ; 

give us grace, to cast 
Our lot with Thine, to trust Thy word, 

And keep our best till last. 



f Ijirb Sunbcig nitzx ©pipIjiTug. 

When Jesus heard it, He marvelled, and said to them that followed, 
Verily I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel 
St. Matthew viii. 10. 

I iMARk'd a rainbow in the north, 
What time the wild autumnal sun 

From his dark veil at noon look'd forth, 
As glorying in his course half done, 

Flinging soft radiance far and wide 
Over the dusky heaven and bleak hill-side. 

It was a gleam to Memory dear, 

And as I walk and muse apart. 
When all seems faithless round and drear, 

6 



60 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

I would revive it in my heart, 
And vratch how light can find its way 
To regions farthest from the fount of day. 

Light flashes in the gloomiest sky, 

And Music in the dullest plain, 
For there the lark is soaring high 

Over her flat and leafless reign. 
And chanting in so blithe a tone, 
It shames the weary heart to feel itself alone. 

Brighter than rainbow in the north, 
More cheery than the matin lark, 
Is the soft gleam of Christian worth. 

Which on some holy house we mark; 
Dear to the pastor's aching heart 
To think, where'er he looks, such gleam may have a 
part ; 

May dwell, unseen by all but Heaven, 
Like diamond blazing in the mine ; 

For ever, where such grace is given. 
It fears in open day to shine!* 

* Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest enter under my roof. 
St. Lulie vii. 6. 

** From the first time that the impressions of religion settled deeply 
in his miud, he used great caution to conceal it ; not only in obedience 
to the rule given by our Saviour, of fasting, praying, and giving aluiS 
in secret, but from a particular distrust he had of himself; for he said, 
he was afraid he should at some time or other do some enormous thing, 
which, if he were looked on as a very religious man, might cast a re- 
proach on the profession of it, and give great advantages to impious 
men to blaspheme the name of God." 

Burnet's Life of Hale, in Wordsworth's Eccl. Biog. vi. 73. 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 51 

Lest the deep stain it owns within 
Break out, and Faith be sham'd by the believer's sin. 

In silence and afar they wait, 

To find a prayer their Lord may hear : 

Voice of the poor and desolate, 
You best may bring it to His ear. 

Your grateful intercessions rise 
With more than royal pomp, and pierce the skies. 

Happy the soul, whose precious cause 

You in the Sovereign Presence plead — 
<'This is the lover of Thy laws,* 

'* The friend of Thine in fear and need" — 
For to the poor Thy mercy lends 
That solemn style, "Thy nation and Thy friends." 

He too is blest, whose outward eye 

The graceful lines of art may trace, 
While his free spirit, soaring high, 

Discerns the glorious from the base ; 
Till out of dust his magic raisef 
A home for prayer and love, and full harmonious 
praise. 

Where far away and high above, 

In maze on maze the tranced sight 
Strays, mindful of that heavenly love 

Which knows no end in depth or height, 
While the strong breath of Music seems 
To waft us ever on, soaring in blissful dreams. 

* He loveth our nation. St. Luke vii. 5. 

t lie hath built us a synagogue. St. Lulce vii. 5. 



62 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

What though in poor and humble guise 

Thou here didst sojourn, cottage-born? 
Yet from Thy glory in the skies 

Our earthly gold Thou dost not scorn. 
For Love delights to bring her best, 
And where Love is, that offering evermore is blest. 

Love on the Saviour's dying head 

Her spikenard drops unblam'd may pour, 

May mount His cross, and wrap Him dead 
In spices from the golden shore;* 

Risen, may embalm His sacred name 
With all a Painter's art, and all a Minstrel's flame. 

Worthless and lost our offerings seem, 

Drops in the ocean of his praise ; 
But Mercy with her genial beam 

Is ripening them to pearly blaze, 
To sparkle in His crown above. 
Who welcomes here a child's as there an angel's love. 



c^oitrtlj Sunbag nfUx 6ptpljang. 

When they saw Him, they besought Him that He would depart out ;f 
their coasts. St. Matthew viii. 34. 

They know th' Almighty's power, 
Who, waken'd by the rushing midnight shower, 
Watch for the fitful breeze 

* St. John xii. 7 ; xix. 31). 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANT. 63 

To howl and chafe amid the bending trees, 

Watch for the still white gleam 
To bathe the landscape in a fiery stream, 
Touching the tremulous eye with sense of light 
Too rapid and too pure for all but angel sight. 

They know th' Almighty's love, 
Who, when the whirlwinds rock the topmost grove, 

Stand in the shade, and hear 
The tumult with a deep exulting fear. 

How, in their fiercest sway, 
Curb'd by some power unseen, they die away. 
Like a bold steed that owns his rider's arm. 
Proud to be check'd and sooth'd by that o'ermaster- 
ing charm. 

But there are storms within 
That heave the struggling heart with wilder din. 

And there is power and love 
The maniac's rushing frenzy to reprove. 

And when he takes his seat, 
Cloth' d and in calmness, at his Saviour's feet,* 
Is not the power as strange, the love as blest, 
As when lie said, Be still, and ocean sank to rest ? 

Woe to the wayward heart, 
That gladlier turns to eye the shuddering start 

Of Passion in her might, 
Than marks the silent growth of grace and light ; — 

*St. Markv. 15;iv. 39. 
5* 



64 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Pleas'd in the cheerless tomb 
To linger, while the morning rays illume 
Green lake, and cedar tuft, and spicy glade, 
Shaking their dewy tresses now the storm is laid. 

The storm is laid — and now 
In His meek power he climbs the mountain's brow, 

Who bade the waves go sleep, 
And lash'd the vex'd fiends to their yawning deep. 

How on a rock they stand, 
AVho watch His eye, and hold His guiding hand ! 
Not half so fix'd, amid her vassal hills. 
Rises the holy pile that Kedron's valley fills. 

And wilt thou seek again 
Thy howling waste, thy charnel-house and chain, 

And with the demons be. 
Rather than clasp thine own Deliverer's knee ? 

Sure 'tis no Heaven-bred awe 
That bids thee from His healing touch withdraw, 
The world and He are struggling in thine heart, 
And in thy reckless mood thou bid'st thy Lord 
depart. 

He, merciful and mild. 
As erst, beholding, loves His wayward child; 

When souls of highest birth 
Waste their impassion'd might on dreams of earth, 

He opens Nature's book. 
And on His glorious Gospel bids them look. 
Till by such chords, as rule the choirs above. 
Their lawless cries are tun'd to hymns of perfect love. 



JUfTH iUMDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 66 



cl^iftlj ^unbag after (gpipljang. 

Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save ; neither 
His ear heavy, that it cannot hear: but your iniquities have separated 
between you and your God. Isaiah lix. 1, 2. 

'MVake, arm divine ! awake, 

"Eye of the only Wise! 
" Now for Thy glory's sake, 
** Saviour and God, arise, 
*' And may Thine ear, that sealed seems, 
" In pity mark our mournful themes !" 

Thus in her lonely hour 

Thy Church is fain to cry, 
As if Thy love and power 
Were vanish' d from her sky ; 
Fet God is there, and at His side 
He triumphs. Who for sinners died. 

Ah ! 'tis the world enthralls 

The Heaven-betrothed breast: 
The traitor Sense recalls 
The soaring soul from rest, 
That bitter sigh was all for earth. 
For glories gone, and vanish'd mirth. 

Age would to youth return, 

Farther from Heaven would be, 

To feel the wildfire burn. 
On idolizing knee 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Again to fall, and rob Thy shrine 
Of hearts, the right of love divine. 

Lord of this erring flock ! 

Thou whose soft showers distil 
On ocean waste or rock, 
Free as on Hermon hill, 
Do Thou our craven spirits cheer, 
And shame away the selfish tear. 

'Twas silent all and dead* 

Beside the barren sea. 
Where Philip's steps were led, 
Led by a voice from Thee — 
He rose and went, nor ask'd Thee why, 
Nor stay'd to heave one faithless sigh ; 

Upon his lonely way 

The high-born traveller came, 
Reading a mournful lay 

Of '' One who bore our shame, f 
'* Silent Himself, His name untold, 
*' And yet His glories were of old." 

To mus)B what Heaven might mean 

His wondering brow he rais'd. 
And met an eye serene 

That on him watchful gaz'd. 
No Hermit e'er so welcome cross'd 
A child's lone path in woodland lost. 

♦ See Acts viii. 26-40. t Isaiah liii. &-8. 



PlTTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 57 

Now wonder turns to love ; 
The scrolls of sacred lore 
No darksome mazes prove ; 
The desert tires no more : 
They bathe where holy waters flow, 
Then on their way rejoicing go. 

They part to meet in Heaven ; 

But of the joy they share, 
Absolving and forgiven, 

The sweet remembrance bear. 
Yes — mark him well, ye cold and proud, 
Bewilder'd in a heartless crowd, 

Starting and turning pale 

At Rumour's angry din — 
No storm can now assail 
The charm he wears within, 
Kejoicing still, and doing good. 
And with the thought of God imbu'd. 

No glare of high estate. 

No gloom of woe or want. 
The radiance can abate 

Where Heaven delights to haunt: 
Sin only hides the genial ray, 
And, round the Cross, makes night of day. 

Then weep it from thy heart ; 

So mayst thou duly learn 
The intercessor's part. 

Thy prayers and tears may earn 



58 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

For fallen souls some healing breath, 
Ere they have died th' Apostate's death. 



Su'tlj Suttbag nikx 6pigljHng. 

Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what 
we shall be : but we know that, when He sliall appear, we shall be like 
Him ; for we shall see Him as He is. 1 St. John iii. 2. 

There are, who darkling and alone. 
Would wish the weary night were gone, 
Though dawning morn should only show 
The secret of their unknown woe : 
Who pray for sharpest throbs of pain 
To ease them of doubt's galling chain: 
*'Only disperse the cloud," they cry, 
** And if our fate be death, give light and let us die."* 

Unwise I deem them, Lord, unmeet 
To profit by Thy chastenings sweet. 
For Thou wouldst have us linger still 
Upon the verge of good or ill. 
That on Thy guiding hand unseen 
Our undivided hearts may lean. 
And this our frail and foundering bark 
Glide in the narrow wake of Thy beloved ark. 

'Tis so in war — the champion true 
Loves victory more, when dim in view 



SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY. 59 

He sees her glories gild afar 
The duskj edge of stubborn war, 
Than if th' untrodden bloodless field 

The harvest of her laurels yield ; 
Let not thy bark in calm abide, 
But win her fearless way against the chafing tide. 

'Tis so in love — the faithful heart 
From her dim vision would not part. 
When first to her fond gaze is given 
That purest spot in Fancy's heaven. 
For all the gorgeous sky beside, 
Though pledged her own and sure t' abide : 
Dearer than every past noon-day 
That twilight gleam to her, though faint and fai 
away. 

So have I seen some tender flower 
Priz'd above all the vernal bower, 
Shelter'd beneath the coolest shade, 
Embosom'd in the greenest glade. 
So frail a gem, it scarce may bear 
The playful touch of evening air ; 
When hardier grown we love it less. 
And trust it from our sight, not needing our caress. 

And wherefore is the sweet spring tide 
Worth all the changeful year beside ? 
The last-born babe, why lies its part 
Deep in the mother's inmost heart ? 
But that the Lord and Source of love 
Would have his weakest ever prove 



60 THE CHRISTIAN TEA*. 

Our tenderest care — and most of all 
Our frail immortal souls, His work and Satan's 
thrall. 

So be it, Lord ; I know it best. 
Though not as yet this wayward breast 
Beat quite in answer to Thy voice, 
Yet surely I have made my choice ; 
I know not yet the promis'd bliss, 
Know not if I shall win or miss ; 
So doubting, rather let me die, 
Than close with aught beside, to last eternally. 

What is the heaven we idly dream ? 
The self-deceiver's dreary theme, 
A cloudless sun that softly shines, 
Bright maidens and unfailing vines, 
The warrior's pride, the hunter's mirth. 
Poor fragments all of this low earth : 
Such as in sleep would hardly soothe 
A soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth. 

What is the Heaven our God bestows ? 
No Prophet yet, no Angel knows ; 
Was never yet created eye 
Could see across Eternity ; 
Not seraph's wing for ever soaring 
Can pass the flight of souls adoring, 
That nearer still and nearer grow 
To th' unapproached Lord, once made for them so 
low. 



SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 61 

Unseen, unfelt their earthly growth, 
And self-accus'd of sin and sloth. 
They live and die ; their names decay. 
Their fragrance passes quite away ; 
Like violets in the freezing blast 
No vernal steam around they cast, — 
But they shall flourish from the tomb, 
The breath of God shall wake them into od'rous 
bloom. 

Then on th' incarnate Saviour's breast, 
The fount of sweetness, they shall rest, 
Their spirits every hour imbu'd 
More deeply with His precious blood. 
But peace — still voice and closed eye 
Suit best with hearts beyond the sky. 
Hearts training in their low abode. 
Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their God. 



Septuagcsima Sxtnbag. 



The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly 
seen, being understood by the things that are made. Romans i. 20. 

There is a book, who runs may read, 
Which heavenly truth imparts, 

And all the lore its scholars need. 
Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 

The works of God above, below, 
Within us and around, 
6 



62 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Are pages in that book, to show 
How God Himself is found. 

The glorious sky embracing all 

Is like the Maker's love, 
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small 

In peace and order move. 

The Moon above, the Church below, 

A Avondrous race they run, 
But all their radiance, all their glow, 

Each borrows of its Sun. 

The Saviour lends the light and heat 

That crowns His holy hill ; 
The saints, like stars, around His seat, 

Perform their courses still.* 

The saints above are stars in Heaven — 
What are the saints on earth ? 

Like trees they stand whom God has given,-j- 
Our Eden's happy birth. 

Faith is their fix'd unswerving root, 

Hope their unfading flower, 
Fair deeds of charity their fruit. 

The glory of their bower. 

The dew of Heaven is like Thy grace, J 
It steals in silence down ; 

* Daniel xii. 3. t Isaiah Ix. 21. X Psalm Ixviii. 9. 



SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 63 

But where it lights, the favour' d place 
By richest fruits is known. 

One Name above all glorious names 

With its ten thousand tongues 
The everlasting sea proclaims, 

Echoing angelic songs. 

The raging Fire,* the roaring Wind, 

Thy boundless power display : 
But in the gentler breeze we find 

Thy Spirit's viewless way.f 

Two worlds are ours : 'tis only Sin 

Forbids us to descry 
The mystic heaven and earth within, 

Plain as the sea and sky. 

Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 

And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out Thee, 

And read Thee everywhere. 

* Hebrews xii. 29. t St. John iii. 3^ 



64 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



So He drov« out the man ; and He placed at the east of the garden <f 

Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep 
the way of the tree of life. Genesis iii. 24; compare chap. yI. 

Foe of mankind ! too bold thy race : 

Thou rimn'st at such a reckless pace, 
Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound : 

'Twas but one little drop of sin 

We saw this morning enter in, 
And lo ! at eventide the world is drown'd. 

See here the fruit of wandering eyes, 

Of worldly longings to be wise, 
Of Passion dwelling on forbidden sweets : 

Ye lawless glances, freely rove ; 

Ruin below and wrath above 
Are all that now the wildering fancy meets. 

Lord, when in some deep garden glade, 

Of Thee and of myself afraid. 
From thoughts like these among the bowers I hide, 

Nearest and loudest then of all 

I seem to hear the Judge's call : — 
** Where art thou, fallen man? come forth, and be 
thou tried." 

Trembling before Thee as I stand, 
Where'er I gaze on either hand 
The sentence is gone forth, the ground is curs*d : 



SEXAGESIMA SUNDAY. 65 

Yet mingled with the penal shower 
Some drops of balm in every bower 
Steal down like April dews, that softest fall and first 

If filial and maternal love"^ 

Memorial of our guilt must prove, 
If sinful babes in sorrow must be born, 

Yet, to assuage her sharpest throes,- 

The faithful mother surely knows, 
This was the vray thou cam'st to save the world 
forlorn. 

If blessed wedlock may not blessf 

Without some tinge of bitterness 
To dash her cup of joy, since Eden lost, 

Chaining to earth with strong desire 

Hearts that would highest else aspire, 
And o'er the tenderer sex usurping ever most ; 

Yet by the light of Christian lore 

'Tis blind Idolatry no more. 
But a sweet help and pattern of true love. 

Showing how best the soul may cling 

To her immortal Spouse and King, 
How He should rule, and she with full desire approve. 

If niggard Earth her treasures hide, J 
To all but labouring hands denied. 
Lavish of thorns and worthless weeds alone, 

* In sorrow thou shalt bring forth children. 

t Thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee 

X Cursed is the ground for thy sake. 



6fi THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

The doom is half in mercy given 
To train us in our way to Heaven, 
And show our lagging souls how glory must be won. 

If on the sinner's outward framed 

God hath impress'd his mark of blame, 
And even our bodies shrink at touch of light, 

Yet mercy hath not left us bare. 

The very weeds we daily wearf 
Are to Faith's eye a pledge of God's forgiving might. 

And oh ! if yet one arrow more, J 

The sharpest of th' Almighty's store. 
Tremble upon the string — a sinner's death — 

Art thou not by to soothe and save, 

To lay us gently in the grave, 
To close the weary eye and hush the parting breath ? 

Therefore in sight of man bereft 

The happ}' garden still was left. 
The fiery sword that guarded show'd it too, 

Turning all ways, the world to teach, 

That though as yet beyond our reach, 
Still in its place the tree of life and glory grew. 

* I was afraid, because I was naked. 

t The Lord God made coats of skins, and clothed them. 

X Thou shalt surely die. 



QUINQUAGESIMA SUNDAY. 67 



I d ) set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant 
between Me and the earth. Genesis ix. 13. 

Sweet Dove ! the softest, steadiest plume 

In all the sunbright sky, 
Brightening in ever-changeful bloom 

As breezes change on high ; — 

Sweet Leaf ! the pledge of peace and mirth, 

<*Long sought, and lately won," 
Bless'd increase of reviving Earth, 

When first it felt the Sun ; — 

Sweet Rainbow ! pride of summer days, 

High set at Heaven's command. 
Though into drear and dusky haze 

Thou melt on either hand ; — 

Dear tokens of a pardoning God, 

We hail ye, one and all, 
As when our fathers walk'd abroad. 

Freed from their twelvemonth's thrall. 

How joyful from th' imprisoning ark 

On the green earth they spring ! 
Not blither, after showers, the Lark 

Mounts up with glistening wing. 

So home-bound sailors spring to shore, 
Two oceans safely past ; 



68 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

So happy souls, when life is o'er, 
Plunge in th' empyreal vast. 

What wins their first and fondest gaze 

In all the blissful field, 
And keeps it through a thousand days? 

Love face to face reveaVd : 

Love imag'd in that cordial look 

Our Lord in Eden bends 
On souls that sin and earth forsook 

In time to die His friends. 

And what most welcome and serene 
Dawns on the Patriarcn s eye, 

In all th' emerging hills so green, 
In all the brightening sky ? 

What but the gentle rainbow's gleam, 

Soothing the wearied sight, 
That cannot bear the solar beam, 

With soft undazzling light ? 

Lord, if our fathers turn'd to Thee 

With such adoring gaze, 
Wondering frail man Thy light should se© 

Without thy scorching blaze ; 

Where is our love, and where our hearts, 
We who have seen Thy Son, 

Have tried Thy Spirit's winning arts, 
And yet we are not won : 



ASn-WEDNESDAY. 69 

The Son of God in radiance beam'd 

Too bright for us to scan, 
But we may face the rays that stream'd 

From the mild Son of Man. 

There, parted into rainbow hues, 

In sweet harmonious strife, 
We see celestial love diffuse 

Its light o'er Jesus' life. 

God, by His bow, vouchsafes to write 

This truth in Heaven above ; 
As every lovely hue is Light, 

So every grace is Love. 



When thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face ; that then 
appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret. 

St. Matthew vi. 17, 18. 

*' Yes — deep within and deeper yet 

<* The rankling shaft of conscience hide, 
** Quick let the swelling eye forget 

** The tears that in the heart abide. 
" Calm be the voice, the aspect bold, 

*' No shuddering pass o'er lip or brow, 
** For why should Innocence be told 

" The pangs that guilty spirits bow ? 



70 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

*' The loving eye that watches thine 

'' Close as the air that wraps thee round — 
*' Why in thy sorrow should it pine. 

'' Since never of thy sin it found ? 
<* And wherefore should the heathen see"^ 

"What chains of darkness thee enslave, 
"And mocking say, Lo, this is he 

** Who own'd a God that cou'd not save V 

Thus oft the mourner's wayward heart 

Tempts him to hide his grief and die. 
Too feeble for Confession's smart, 

Too proud to bear a pitying eye ; 
How sweet, in that dark hour, to fall 

On bosoms waiting to receive 
Our sighs, and gently whisper all ! 

They love us — will not God forgive ? 

Else let us keep our fast within, 

Till Heaven and we are quite alone, 
Then let the grief, the shame, the sin, 

Before the mercy-seat be thrown. 
Between the porch and altar weep, 

Unworthy of the holiest place, 
Yet hoping near the shrine to keep 

One lowly cell in sight of grace. 

Nor fear lest sympathy should fail — 

Hast thou not seen, in night-hoars drear, 

* "WTierefore should thej say among tho people, Where is their Gocl f 
Joel ii. 17. 



ASH-WEDNESDAY. 71 

When racking tlioughts the heart assail, 
The glimmering stars by turns appear, 

And from th' eternal home above 
AVitli silent news of mercy steal ? 

So Angels pause on tasks of love, 

To look where sorrowing sinners kneel. 

Or if no Angel pass that way, 

He who in secret sees, perchance 
May bid His own heart-warming ray 

Toward thee stream with kindlier glance, 
As when upon His drooping head 

His Father's light was pour'd from Heaven, 
What time, unshelter'd and unfed, -^ 

Far in the wild His steps were driven. 

High thoughts were with Him in that hour, 

Untold, unspeakable on earth — 
And who can stay the soaring power 

Of spirits wean'd from worldly mirth, 
While far beyond the sound of praise 

With upward eye they float serene. 
And learn to bear their Saviour's blaze 

When Judgment shall undraw the screen ? 

• St. Matthew iy. 1. 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



(first Sunbag in ITeui 

Haste thee, escape thither ; for I cannot do anything till thou be come 
thither. Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. 

Genesis xiz. 22. 

"Angel of wrath ! why linger in mid air, 

*' Wlr.le the devoted city's cry 
"Louder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, 

" Thy full-charg'd vial standing by ?" 
Thus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads : 

He hears her not — with soften'd gaze 
His eye is following where sweet Mercy leads, 
And till she give the sign, his fury stays. 

Guided by her, along the mountain road, 
Far through the twilight of the morn, 

With hurrying footsteps from th' accurs'd abode 
He sees the holy household borne : 

Angels, or more, on either hand are nigh, 
To speed them o'er the tempting plain, 

Lingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye 

Seeking how near they may unharm'd remain. 

"Ah! wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair? 

"And why, through every woodland arch, 
"Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare. 

Where Jordan winds his stately march ; 
"If all must be forsaken, ruin'd all, 

"If God have planted but to burn ? — 
"Surely not yet th' avenging shower will fall, 
" Though to my home for one last look I turn." 



FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. 73 

Thus while they waver, surely long ago 
They had provok'd the withering blast, 

But that the merciful Avengers know 

Their frailty well, and hold them fast. 

*' Haste, for thy life escape, nor look behind" — 
Ever in thrilling sounds like these 

They check the wandering eye, severely kind, 

Nor let the sinner lose his soul at ease. 

And when, o'erwearied with the steep ascent, 

We for a nearer refuge crave, 
One little spot of ground in mercy lent, 

One hour of home before the grave, 
Oft in His pity o'er His children weak, 

His hand withdraws the penal fire. 
And where we fondly cling, forbears to wreak 
Full vengeance, till our hearts ape wean'd entire^ 

Thus, by the merits of one righteous man, 

The Church, our Zoar, shall abide. 
Till she abuse, so sore, her lengthen'd span. 

Even Mercy's self her face must hide. 
Then, onward yet a step, thou hard-won soul ; 

Though in the Church thou know thy place, 
The mountain farther lies — there seek thy goal. 
There breathe at large, o'erpast thy dangerous race 

Sweet is the smile of home ; the mutual look 
When hearts are of each other sure ; 

Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, 
The Launt of all affections pure ; 
7 



T4 THE CHUISTIAN YEAR. 

Yet in the world even these abide, and we 

Above the world our calling boast : 
Once gain the mountain top, and thou art free : 
Till then, whr •*'ftst, presume ; who turn to look, are 
lost. 



Seconir Sitnbag m ^znt 



And when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great 
and exceeding bitter erj, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me 
also, O my father. Genesis xxA'ii, 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He 
found no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.*) 

*^And is there in God's world so drear a place 
*' Where the loud bitter cry is rais'd in vain ? 

*' Where tears of penance come too late for grace, 
** As on th' uprooted flower the genial rain ?" 

'Tis even so : the sovereign Lord of souls 

Stores in the dungeon of His boundless realm 

Each bolt, that o'er the sinner vainly rolls. 
With gather'd wrath the reprobate to whelm. 

Will the storm hear the sailor's piteous cry,f 
Taught to mistrust, too late, the tempting wave, 

* The author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be 
understood to express any opinion as to the general efficacy of what is 
called "a death-bed repentance." Such questions are best left in the 
miirciful obscurity with which Scripture has en-v eloped them. Esau's 
probation, as far as his birthright was concerned, was quite over when 
he uttered the cry in the text. Ilis despondency, therefore, is n©i^ par- 
allel to anything on this side the grave. 

t Compare Bp. Butler's Analogy, p. 54-64, ed. 1736. 



SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. 75 

When all around he sees but sea and sky, 
A God in anger, a self-chosen grave ? 

Or will the thorns, that strew intemperance' bed, 
Turn with a wish to down ? will late remorse 

Recall the shaft the murderer's hand has sped, 
Or from the guiltless bosom turn its course ? 

Then may the unbodied soul in safety fleet 

Through the dark curtains of the world above. 

Fresh frora the stain of crime ; nor fear to meet 
The God, whom here she would not learn to love : 

Then is there hope for such as die unblest, 
That angel wings may waft them to the shore. 

Nor need th' unready virgin strike her breast, 

Nor wait desponding round the bridegroom's door. 

But where is then the stay of contrite hearts ? 

Of old they lean'd on Thy eternal word. 
But with the sinner's fear their hope departs, 

Fast link'd as Thy great Name to Thee, Lord: 

That Name, by which Thy faithful oath is past. 
That we should endless be, for joy or woe: — 

And if the treasures of Thy wrath could waste, 
Thy lovers must their promis'd Heaven forego. 

But ask of elder days, earth's vernal hour. 
When in familiar talk God's voice was heard. 

When at the Patriarch's call the fiery shower 
Propitious o'er the turf-built shrine appear'd. 



76 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Watch by our father Isaac's pastoral door — 
The birthright sold, the blessing lost and won, 

Tell, Heaven has wrath that can relent no more, 
The Grave, dark deeds that cannot be undone. 

We barter life for pottage ; sell true bliss 

For wealth or power, for pleasure or renown ; 

Thus, Esau-like, our Father's blessing miss. 

Then wash with fruitless tears our faded crown. 

Our faded crown, despis'd and flung aside, 
Shall on some brother's brow immortal bloom, 

No partial hand the blessing may misguide ; 

No flattering fancy change our Monarch's doom : 

His righteous doom, that meek true-hearted Love 
The everlasting birthright should receive. 

The softest dews drop on her from above,* 

The richest green her mountain garland weave : 

Her brethren, mightiest, wisest, eldest-born, 
Bow to her sway, and move at her behest : 

Isaac's fond blessing may not fall on scorn, 

Nor Balaam's curse on Love, which God hath blest, 

* Genesis xxvii. 27, 28. 



THIRD SUNDAY IN LENT. 77 



Cbirir Snnbag in JTtnt. 

Wheu a strong man armed keepeth Ms palace, his goods are in peace: 
fcut when a stronger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him, 
hetaketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his 
spoils. St. Zu « xi. 21, 22. 

See Lucifer like lightning fall, 

Dash'd from his throne of pride ; 
While, answering Thy victorious call, 
The Saints his spoils divide ; 
This world of Thine, by him usurp'd too long, 
Now opening all her stores to heal Thy servants' 
wrong. 

So when the first-born of Thy foes 

Dead in the darkness lay, 
When Thy redeem'd at midnight rose 
And cast their bonds away, 
The orphan'd realm threw wide her gates, and told 
Into freed Israel's lap her jewels and her gold. 

And when their wondrous march was o'er, 

And they had won their homes, 
Where Abraham fed his flock of yore, 
Among their father's tombs ; — 
A land that drinks the rain of Heaven at will. 
Whose waters kiss the feet of many a vine-clal 
hill ; — 

Oft as they watch' d, at thoughtful eve, 
A gale from bowers of balm 
7* 



78 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Sweep o'er the billowy corn, and heave 
The tresses of the palm, 
Just as the lingering Sun had touch' d with gold, 
Far o'er the cedar shade, some tower of giants old: 

It was a fearful joy, I ween, 

To trace the Heathen's toil, 
The limpid wells, the orchards green, 
Left ready for the spoil, 
The household stores untouch'd, the roses bright 
Wreath'd o'er the cottage walls in garlands of de- 
light. 

And now another Canaan yields 

To Thine all-conquering ark; — 
Fly from the ''old poetic" fields,* 
Ye Paynim shadows dark ! 
Immortal Greece, dear land of glorious lays, 
Lo ! here the "unknown God" of thy unconscious 
praise ! 

The olive wreath, the ivied wand, 
*' The sword in myrtles drest," 
Each legend of the shadowy strand 
Now wakes a vision blest ; 
As little children lisp, and tell of Heaven, 
So thoughts beyond their thought to those high 
Bards were given. 

* Where each old poetic mountain 

Inspiration breathed around. Gray, 



FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 79 

And these are ours : Thy partial grace 

The tempting treasure lends : 
These relics of a guilty race 
Are forfeit to Thy friends ; 
What seem'd an idol hymn, now breathes of Thee, 
Tun'd by Faith's ear to some celestial melody. 

There's not a strain to Memory dear, 

Nor flower in classic grove, 
There's not a sweet note warbled here, 
But minds us of Thy Love. 
Lord, our Lord, and spoiler of our foes, 
There is no light but Thine : with Thee all beauty 
glows. 



^f Durllj ^uubag in ^tnt 



Joseph made haste ; for his bowels did yearn upon his brother : and he 
lought where to weep ; and he entered into his chamber, and wept 
there. Genesis xliii. 30. 

There stood no man with him, while Joseph made himself known 
unto his brethren. Genesis xlv. 1. 

When Nature tries her finest touch, 

Weaving her vernal wreath, 
Mark ye, how close she veils her round, 
Not to be trac'd by sight or sound, 

N5r soil'd by ruder breath? 



80 THE CHRISTIAN YEAK. 

Who ever saw the earliest rose 

First open her sweet breast ? 

Or, when the summer sun goes down^ 

The first soft star in evening's crown 

Light up her gleaming crest ? 

Fondly we seek the dawning bloom 
On features wan and fair — 

The gazing eye no change can trace, 

But look away a little space, 

Then turn, and, lo ! 'tis there. 

But there's a sweeter flower than e'er 

Blush'd on the rosy spray — 
A brighter star, a richer bloom 
Than e'er did western heaven illume 
At close of summer day. 

'Tis Love, the last best gift of Heaven ,• 

Love gentle, holy, pure ; 
But tenderer than a dove's soft eye, 
The searching sun, the open sky, 

She never could endure. 

Even human Love will shrink from sight 

Here in the coarse rude earth : 
How then should rash intruding glance 
Break in upon her bctcred trance 
Who boasts a heavenly birth ? 

So still and secret is her growth, 
Ever the truest heart, 



FOURTH STJNDAY IN LENT. 81 

Where deepest strikes her kindly root 
For hope or joy, for flower or fruit, 
Least knows its happy part. 

God only, and good angels, Icok 

Behind the blissful screen — 
As when, triumphant o'er His woes, 
The Son of God by moonlight rose, 

By all but Heaven unseen : 

As when the holy Maid beheld 

Her risen Son and Lord : 
Thought has not colors half so fair 
That she to paint that hour may dare, 

In silence best ador'd. 

The gracious Dove, that brought from Heaven 

The earnest of our bliss, 
Of many a chosen witness telling, 
On many a happy vision dwelling, 

Sings not a note of this. 

So, truest image of the Christ, 

Old Israel's long-lost son. 
What time, with sweet forgiving cheer. 
He call'd his conscious brethren near. 

Would weep with them alone. 

He could not trust his melting soul 
But in his Maker's sight — 



82 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR 

Then why should gentle hearts and true 
Bare to the rude world's withering view 
Their treasure of delight ! 

No — let the dainty rose awhile 

Her bashful fragrance hide — 
Rend not her silken veil too soon, 
But leave her, in her own soft noon, 
To flourish and abide. 



And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why 
the bush is not burnt. Exodus iii. 3. 

Th' historic Muse, from age to age, 
Through many a waste heart-sickening page 

Hath trac'd .he works of Man : 
But a celestial call to-day 
Stays her, like Moses, on her way, - 

The works of God to scan. 

Far seen across the sandy wild, 
Where, like a solitary child. 

He thoughtless roam'd and free. 
One towering thorn-'^ was wrapt in flame — 
Bright without blaze it went and came : 

Who would not turn and see ? 

* " Seneh :" said to be a sort of Acacia. 



FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. 

Along the mountain ledges green 
The scatter'd sheep at will may glean 

The Desert's spicy stores : 
The while, with undivided heart, 
The shepherd talks with God apart, 

And, as he talks, adores. 

Ye too, who tend Christ's wildering flock, 
Well may ye gather round the rock 

That once was Sion's hill: 
To watch the fire upon the mount 
Still blazing, like the solar fount. 

Yet unconsuming still. 

Caught from that blaze by wrath divine, 
Lost branches of the once-loved vine. 

Now wither'd, spent, and sere. 
See Israel's sons, like glowing brands, 
Tost wildly o'er a thousand lands 

For twice a thousand year. 

God will not quench nor slay them quite, 
But lifts them like a beacon light 

Th' apostate Church to scare ; 
Or like pale ghosts that darkling roam, 
Hovering around their ancient home. 

But find no refuge there. 

Ye blessed Angels ! if of you 
There be, who love the ways to view 
Of Kings and Kingdoms here j 



88 



84 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

(And sure, 'tis worth an Angel's gaze, 

To see, throughout that dreary maze, 

God teaching love and fear ;) 

Oh say, in all the bleak expanse, 
Is there a spot to win your glance, 

So bright, so dark as this ? 
A hopeless faith, a homeless race, 
Yet seeking the most holy place. 

And owning the true bliss ! 

Salted with fire they seem,-^ to show 
How spirits lost in endless woe 

May undecaying live. 
Oh, sickening thought ! yet hold it fast 
Long as this glittering world shall last, 

Or sin at heart survive. 

And hark ! amid the flashing fire, 
Mingling with tones of fear and ire, 

Soft Mercy's undersong — 
'Tis Abraham's God who speaks so loud, 
His people's cries have pierc'd the cloud, 

He sees. He sees their wrong ;f 

He is come down to break their chain ; 
Th )ugh never more on Sion's fane 
His visible ensign wave ; 

* St. Mark ix. 49. f Exodus iii. 7 8. 



PALM SUNDAY. 95 

^Tis Sion, wheresoe'er they dwell^ 
Who, with His own true Israel, 

Shall own Him strong to save. 

He shall redeem them one by one, 
Where'er the world-encircling sun 

Shall see them meekly kneel : 
All that He asks on Israel's part, 
Is only, that the captive heart 

Its woe and burthen feel. 

Gentiles ! with fix'd yet awful eye 
Turn ye this page of mystery. 

Nor slight the warning sound : 
*'Put off thy shoes from off thy feet — 
*' The place where man his God shall meet, 

<* Be sure, is holy ground." 



• And He answered and said tinto them, I tell you that, if these should 
hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out. 

St. Luke xix. 40. 

Ye whose hearts are beating high 
With the pulse of Poesy, 
Heirs of more than royal race, 
Fram'd by Heaven's peculiar grace, 
God's own work to do on earth, 

(If the word be not too bold,) 
Giving virtue a new birth. 

And a life that ne'er grows old — 
8 



86 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Sovereign masters of all hearts ! 
Know ye, who hath set your parts ? 
He who gave you breath to sing, • 
By whose strength ye sweep the string, 
He hath chosen you, tj lead 

His Hosannas here below ; — 
Mount, and claim your glorious meed; 

Linger not with sin and woe. 

But if ye should hold your peace, 
Deem not that the song would cease — 
Angels round his glory-throne, 
Stars, His guiding hand that OAvn, 
Flowers, that grow beneath our feet, 

Stones in earth's dark womb that rest, 
High and low in choir shall meet, 

Ere His Name shall be unblest. 

Lord, by every minstrel tongue 
Be Thy praise so duly sung, 
That Thine angels' harps may ne'er 
Fail to find fit echoing here : 
We the while, of meaner birth, 

Who in that divinest spell 
Dare not hope to join on earth, 

Give us grace to listen well. 

But should thankless silence seal 
Lips, that might half Heaven reveal, 
Should bards in idol-hymns profane 
Th( sacred soul-enthralling strain, 



MONDAY BEFORE EASTER. 87 

(As in this bad world below 

Noblest things find vilest using,) 

Then, Thy power and mercy show, 
In vile things noble breath infusing 

Then waken into sound divine 

The very pavement of Thy shrine, 

Till we, like Heaven's star-sprinkled floor, 

Faintly give back what we adore : 

Childlike though the voices be, 

And untunable the parts, 
Thou wilt own the minstrelsy. 

If it flow from childlike hearts. 



pnnbag bdoxz &ndtx. 



Doubtless Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us, and 
IsrUel acknowledge us not. Isaiah Ixiii. 16. 

*^ Father to me Thou art and Mother dear, 

*' And Brother too, kind Husband of my heart" — 

So speaks Andromache* in boding fear. 
Ere from her last embrace her hero part — 

So evermore, by Faith's undying glow. 

We own the Crucified ii. weal or woe. 

Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home, 
The fragrance of our old paternal fields 

* Iliad, vi. 429. 



88 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

May be forgotten ; and the time may come 

When the babe's kiss no sense of pleasure yields 
Even to the doting mother : but thine own 
Thou never canst forget, nor leave alone. 

There are who sigh that no fond heart is theirs, 
None loves them best — vain and selfish sigh ! 

Out of the bosom of His love He spares — 
The Father spares the Son, for thee to die : 

For thee He died — for thee He lives again : 

O'er thee He watches in His boundless reign. 

Thou art as much His care, as if beside 

Nor man nor angel liv'd in Heaven or earth : 

Thus sunbeams pour alike their glorious tide 
To light up worlds, or wake an insect's mirth : 

They shine and shine with unexhausted store — 
Thou art thy Saviour's darling — seek no more. 

On thee and thine, thy warfare and thine end, 
Even in His hour of agony He thought, 

When, ere the final pang His soul should rend, 
The ransom'd spirits one by one were brought 

To His mind's eye — two silent nights and days* 

In calmness for His far-seen hour he stays. 

Ye vaulted cells, where martyr'd seers of old 
Far in the rocky walls of Sion sleep, 

* In Passion week, from Tuesday evening to Thursday evening : dup 
ing which time Scripture seems to be nearly silent concerning ouf 
Savijur's proceeding? 



MONDAY BEFORE EA ITER. 89 

Green terraces and arched fountains cold, 

Where lies the cypress shade so still and deep, 
Dear sacred haunts of glory and of woe, 
Help us, one hour, to trace His musings high and low. 

One heart-ennobling hour ! It may not be : 

Th' unearthly thoughts have pass'd from earth 
away, 

And fast as evening sunbeams from the sea 
Thy footsteps all in Sion's deep decay 

Were blotted from the holy ground : yet dear 

Is every stone of hers ; for Thou wast surely here. 

There is a spot within this sacred dale 

That felt Thee kneeling — touch'd Thy prostrate 
brow : 
One Angel knows it. might prayer avail 

To win that knowledge ! sure each holy vow 
Less quickly from th' unstable soul would fade, 
Offer'd where Christ in agony was laid. 

Might tear of ours once mingle with the blood 
That from His aching brow by moonlight fell, 

Over the mournful joy our thoughts would brood, 
Till they had fram' i within a guardian spell 

To chase repining fancies, as they rise, 

Like birds of evil wing, to mar our sacrifice. 

So dreams the heart self flattering, fondly dreams ; — 
Else wherefore, when the bitter waves o'erflow, 

Miss we the light, Gethsemane, that streams 
From thy dear name, where in His page of woe 



90 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

It shines, a pale kind star in winter's sky ? 

Who vainly reads it there, in vain had seen Him die. 



S^uesbag htioxt ®aster» 

riiey gave Him to drink wine mingled with myrrh : but He received It 
not. ,S^^ 3Iark xv. 23. 

*' Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour 
*' The dews oblivious : for the Cross is sharp, 

*' The Cross is sharp, and He 

''Is tenderer than a lamb. 

*' He wept by Lazarus' grave — how will He bear 
** This bed of anguish ? and His pale weak form 

''Is worn with many a watch 

" Of sorrow and unrest. 

*' His sweat last night was as great drops of blood, 
*' And the sad burthen press'd Him so to earth, 

" The very torturers paus'd 

" To help Him on His way. 

" Fill high the bowl, benumb His aching sense 
"With medicin'd sleep." — awful in Thy woe! 

The parching thirst of death 

Is on Thee, and Thou triest 

The slumb'rous potion bland, and wilt not drink : 
No^ sullen, nor in scorn, like haughty man 

With suicidal hand 

Putting his solace by : 



TUESDAY BEFORE EASTER. 91 

But as at first Thine all-pervading look 
Saw from Thy Father's bosom to th' abyss, 

Measuring in calm presage 

The infinite descent ; 

So to the end, though now of mortal pangs 
Made heir, and emptied of thy glory awhile, 

With unaverted eye 

Thou meetest all the storm. 

Thou wilt feel all, that Thou mayst pity all ; 

And rather wouldst Thou wrestle with strong pain, 

Than overcloud Thy soul, 

So clear in agony. 

Or lose one glimpse of Heaven before the time. 
most entire and perfect sacrifice, 

Renew'd in every pulse 

That on the tedious Cross 

Told the long hours of death, as, one by one, 
The life-strings of that tender heart gave way ; 

Even sinners, taught by Thee, 

Look Sorrow in the face. 

And bid her freely welcome, unbeguil'd 

By false kind solaces, and spells of earth : — 

And yet not all unsooth'd ; 

For when was Joy so dear, 

As the deep calm that breath'd, ^'Father, forgive,*^ 
Or, "^e with Me in Paradise to-day V^ 

And, though the strife be sore, 

Yet in His parting breath 



92 THE :;hristian year. 

Love masters Agony ; the soul that seem*d 
Forsaken, feels her present God again, 

And in her Father's arms 

Contented dies away. 



IKeirn^sbag before ®a$to. 

Saying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me : never* 
theless not My M^ill, hut Thine, be done. St. Luke xxii. 42. 

Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will — 

I will lie still— 

1 will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, 

And break the charm. 
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, 
In perfect rest. 

Wild Fancy, peace ! thou must not me beguile 

With thy false smile : 
I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways ; 

Be silent. Praise, 
Bl.nd guide with siren voice, and blinding aL 

That hear thy call. 

Come, Self-devotion, high and pure. 
Thoughts that in thankfulness endure. 
Though dearest hopes are faithless found. 
And dearest hearts are bursting round. 
Come, Resignation, spirit meek, 
And let me kiss thy placid cheek. 



WEDNESDAY BEFORE EASTER. yd 

And read in thy pale eye serene 
Their blessing, who by faith can wean 
Their hearts from sense, and learn to love 
God only, and the joys above. 

They say, who know the life divine, 

And upward gaze with eagle eyne, 

That by each golden crown on high,* 

Rich with celestial jewelry, 

Which for our Lord's redeem'd is set, 

There hangs a radiant coronet, 

All gemm'd with pure and living light, 

Too dazzling for a sinner's sight, 

Prepar'd for virgin souls, and them 

Who seek the martyr's diadem. 

Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire. 

Must win their way through blood and fire. 

The writhings of a wounded heart 

Are fiercer than a foeman's dart. 

Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining, 

In Desolation unrepining, 

Without a hope on earth to find 

A mirror in an answering mind, 

Meek souls there are, who little dream 

Their daily strife an Angel's theme, 

Or that the rod they take so calm 

Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm. 

* " that little coronet or special reward -which God hath pre- 
pared (extraordinary and besides the great Crown of all faithful souls) 
for those ' who ha>e not defiled themselves with women, but follow the 
(virgin) Lan b for ever.' " Bp. Taylor, Holy Living, c. xi. sect. 3. 



94 THE CHRISTIAN YEAE. 

And there are souls that seem to dwell 

Above this earth — so rich a spell 

Floats round their steps, where'er they move, 

From hopes fulfiU'd and mutual love. 

Such, if on high their thoughts are set, 

Nor in the stream the source forget, 

If prompt to quit the bliss they know, 

Following the Lamb where'er he go, 

By purest pleasures unbeguil'd 

To idolize or wife or child ; 

Such wedded souls our God shall own 

For faultless virgins round His throne. 

Thus everywhere we find our suffering God, 

And where He trod 
May set our steps : the Cross on Calvary 

Uplifted high 
Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light 

In open fight. 

To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart 

He doth impart 
The virtue of His midnight agony, 

AVhen none was nigh, 
Save God and one good angel, to assuage 

The tempest's rage. 

Mortal ! if life smile on thee, and thou find 

All to thy mind, 
Think, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend 

Thee to befriend : 
So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call, 

Thy best, thine all. 



THUESDAY BEFORE EASTER. 95 

** Father ! not my will, but Thine be done" — 

So spake the Son. 
Be this our charm, mellowing Earth's ruder noise 

Of griefs and joys : 
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast 

In perfect rest ! 



Si^ursbag before ©aster. 

At the 'beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, 
and I am come to she^r thee ; for thou art greatly beloved : therefore 
understand the matter, and consider the vision. Daniel ix. 23. 

" O HOLY mountain of my God, 

*' How do thy towers in ruin lie, 
** How art thou riven and strewn abroad, 

** Under the rude and wasteful sky !" 
'Twas thus upon his fasting-day 
The "Man of Loves" was fain to pray, 
His lattice open* toward his darling west, 
Mourning the ruin'd home he still must love the best. 

Oh ! for a love like Daniel's now, 

To wing to Heaven but one strong prayer, 
For God's new Israel sunk as low, 

Yet flourishing to sight as fair, 
As Sion in her height of pride. 
With queens for handmaids at her side, 
With kings her nursing-fathers, throned high, 
And compass'd with the world's too tempting bla- 
zonry. 

* Daniel vi. 10. 



96 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

'Tis true, nor winter stays thy growth, 

Nor torrid summer's sickly smile ; 
The flashing billows of the south 
Break not upon so lone an isle, 
But thou, rich vine, art grafted there, 
The fruit of death or life to bear, 
Yielding a surer witness every day. 
To thine Almighty Author and His steadfast sway. 

Oh ! grief to think, that grapes of gall 

Should cluster round thine healthiest shoot! 
God's herald prove a heartless thrall, 

Who, if he dard, would fain be mute ! 
Even such is this bad world we see, 
"Which self-condemn'd in owning Thee, 
Yet dares not open farewell of Thee take. 
For very pride, and her high-boasted Reason's sake. 

"What do we then ? if far and wide 

Men kneel to Christ, the pure and meek, 
Yet rage with passion, swell with pride, 

Have we not still our faith to seek ? 
Nay — but in steadfast humbleness 
Kneel on to Him, who loves to bless 
The prayer that waits for Him ; and trembling 
strive 
To keep the lingering flame in thine own breast 
alive. 

Dark frown'd the future even on him, 
The loving and beloved Seer, 



GOOD FRIDAY. 97 

What time he saw, through shadows dim, 
The boundary of th' eternal year ; 
^ He only of the sons of men 
Nam'd to be heir of glory then."* 
Else had it bruis'd too sore his tender heart 
To see God's ransom'd world in wrath and flame 
depart. 

Then look no more : or closer watch 

Thy course in Earth's bewildering ways, 
For every glimpse thine eye can catch 

^ Of what shall be in those dread days : 
So when th' Archangel's word is spoken, 
And Death's deep trance for ever broken 
In mercy thou mayst feel the heavenly hand. 

And in thy lot unharm'd before thy Saviour stand. f 



He is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah liii. 3. 

Is it not strange, the darkest hour 
That ever dawn'd on sinful earth 
Should touch the heart with softer power 
For comfort, than an angel's mirth ? 
That to the Cross the mourner's eye should turn 
Sooner than where the stars of Christmas burn ? 

* Daniel xii. 13. See Bp. Kenn's Sermon on the character of Daniel, 
t Thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days. 

Daniel xii. 13* 



98 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Sooner than where the Easter sun 

Shines glorious on 3^on open grave, 
And to and fro the tidings run, 

<*Who died to heal, is ris'n to save ?'' 
Sooner than where upon the Saviour's friends 
The very Comforter in light and love descends ? 

Yet so it is : for duly there 

The bitter herbs of earth are set, 
Till temper'd by the Saviour's prayer, 
And with the Saviour's life-blood wet, 
They turn to sweetness, and drop holy balm, 
Soft as imprison'd martyr's deathbed calm. 

All turn to sweet — but most of all 

That bitterest to the lip of pride. 
When hopes presumptuous fade and fall. 
Or Friendship scorns us, duly tried. 
Or Love, the flower that closes up for fear 
When rude and selfish spirits breathe too near. 

Then like a long-forgotten strain 

Comes sweeping o'er the heart forlorn 
What sunshine hours had taught in vain 
Of Jesus suffering shame and scorn, 
As in all lowly hearts He suffers still. 
While we triumphant ride and have the world at will. 

His pierced hands in vain would hide 
His face from rude reproachful gaze, 

His ears are open to abide 

The wildest storm the tongue can raise, 



EASTER DAT. Vy 

He who with one rough word,-^ some early day, 
Their idol world and them shall sweep for aye awaj . 

But we by Fancy may assuage 

The festering sore by Fancy made, 
Down in some lonely hermitage 
Like wounded pilgrims safely laid, 
Where gentlest breezes whisper souls distress'd, 
That Love yet lives, and Patience shall find rest. 

! shame beyond the bitterest thought 

That evil spirit ever fram'd, 
That sinners know what Jesus wrought. 
Yet feel their haughty hearts untam'd — 
That souls in refuge, holding by the Cross, 
Should wince and fret at this world's little loss. 

Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry, 

Let not Thy blood on earth be spent — 
Lo, at Thy feet I fainting lie. 

Mine eyes upon Thy wounds are bent, 
Upon Thy streaming wounds my weary eyes 
Wait like the parched earth on April skies. 

Wash me, and dry these bitter tears, 

let my heart no further roam, 
'Tis Thine by vows, and hopes, and fears. 
Long since — call thy wanderer home ; 
To that dear home, safe in Thy wounled side. 
Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may 
hide. 

* Wisdom of Solomon xii. 9. 



100 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



©aster ®fre. 

Aa for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thj 
prisoners out of the pit wherein is no water. Zechariah ix. 11. 

At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid 

Deep in Thy darksome bed ; 
All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone 

Thy sacred form is gone ; 
Ground those lips where power and mercy hung, 

The dews of death have clung ; 
The dull earth o'er Thee, and thy foes around, 
Thou sleep' st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound. 

Sleep'st Thou indeed ? or is Thy spirit fled, 

At large among the dead ? 
Whether in Eden bowers Thy welcome voice 

^yake Abraham to rejoice, 
Or in some drearier scene Thine eye controls 

The thronging band of souls ; 
That, as Thy blood won earth. Thine agony 
Might set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free. 

Where'er Thou roam'st, one happy soul, we know, 

Seen at Thy side in woe,-^- 
Waits on Thy triumph — even as all the blest 

With him and Thee shall rest. 
Each on his cross, by thee we hang a while, 

Watching Thy patient smile, 
Till we have learn'd to say, " 'Tis justly done; 
** Only in glory, Lord, Thy sinful servant own." 

* St. Luke xxiii. 43. 



EASTER EVE. 101 

Soon wilt Thou take us to Thy tranquil bower 

To rest one little hour, 
Till Thine elect are number'd, and the grave 

Call Thee to come and save : 
Then on Thy bosom borne shall we descend, 

Again with earth to blend, 
Earth all refin'd with bright supernal fires, 
Tinctur'd with holy blood, and wing'd with pure 
desires. 

Meanwhile with every son and Saint of Thine 

Along the glorious line. 
Sitting by turns beneath Thy sacred feet 

We'll hold communion sweet. 
Know them by look and voice, and thank them all 

For helping us in thrall, 
For words of hope, and bright examples given 
To show through moonless skies that there is light in 
Heaven. 

come that day, when in this restless heart 

Earth shall resign her part, 
"When in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest, 

My soul with Thee be blest ! 
But stay, presumptuous — Christ with thee abides 

In the rock's dreary sides : 
He from the stone will wring celestial dew 
If but the prisonei's heart be faithful found and t^-ue. 

When tears are spent, and thou art left alone 
With ghosts of blessings gone, 
9* 



102 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Think thou art taken from the cross, and laid 

In Jesus' burial shade ; 
Take Moses' rod, the rod of prayer, and call 

Out of the rocky wall 
The fount of holy blood ; and lift on high 
Thy grovelling soul that feels so desolate and dry. 

Prisoner of hope thou art--- — look up and sing 

In hope of promis'd spring. 
As in the pit his father's darling layf 

Beside the desert way, 
And knew not how, but knew his God would save 

Even from that living grave, 
So, buried with our Lord, we'll close our eye^ 
To the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise. 



< 

And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, 
they said unto them. Why seek ye the living among the dead ? He if 
not here, but is risen. St. LuJce xxiv. 5, 6. 

Oh ! day of days ! shall hearts set free 
No "minstrel rapture" find for thee? 
Thou art the Sun of other days. 
They shine by giving back thy rays : 

* Turn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope. Zechariah ix. 12. 
t They took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty, 
there was no water in it. Genesis xxxvii. 24. 



EASTEE DAY 103 

Entlironed in thy sovereign sphere 
Thou shedd'st thy light on all the year ; 
Sundays by thee more glorious break, 
An Easter Da;y m every week : 

And week days, following in their train, 
The fulness of thy blessing gain, 
Till all, both resting and employ, 
Be one Lord's day of holy joy. 

Then wake, my soul, to high desires, 
And earlier light thine altar fires : 
The World some hours is on her way, 
Nor thinks on thee, thou blessed day : 

Or, if she think, it is in scorn : 
The vernal light of Easter morn 
To her dark gaze no brighter seems 
Than Reason's or the Law's pale beams. 

** Where is your Lord?" she scornful asks: 
** Where is His hire? we know His tasks; 
*' Sons of a King ye boast to be ; 
*' Let us your crowns and treasures see." 

We in the words of Truth reply, 
(An angel brought them from the sky,) 
** Our crown, our treasure is not here, 
** 'Tis stor'd above the highest sphere : 

** Methinks your wisdom guides amiss, 
** To seek on earth a Christian's bliss ; 



104 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

''< We watch not now tlie lifeless stone ; 
<* Our only Lord is risen and gone." 

Yet even the lifeless stone is dear 
For thoughts of Him who late lay here ; 
And the base world, now Christ hath died. 
Ennobled is and glorified. 

No more a charnel-house, to fence 

The relics of lost innocence, 

A vault of ruin and decay ; — 

Th' imprisoning stone is roll'd away : 

'Tis now a cell, where angels use 

To come and go with heavenly news, 

And in the ears of mourners say, 

*' Come, see the place where Jesus lay :" 

'Tis now a fane where Love can find 
Christ everywhere embalm'd and shrin'd ; 
Aye gathering up memorials sweet, 
Where'er she sets her duteous feet. 

Oh ' joy to Mary first allow'd, 
When rous'd from weeping o'er His shroud, 
By His own calm, soul-soothing tone, 
Breathing her name, as still His own ! 

Joy to the faithful Three renew'd, 
As their glad errand they pursued ! 
Happy, who so Christ's word convey, 
That He may meet them on their way ! 



MONDAY IN EASTER WEEK. 105 

So is it stiH : to holy tears, 
In lonely hours, Christ risen appears : 
In social hours, who Christ would see 
Must turn all tasks to Charity. 



Ponbag in ©aste Mttk 

Of a truth I p erceive that God is no respecter of persons : but in every 
nation he that feareth Him, and -worketh righteousness, is accepted 
with Him. Acts x. 34, 35. 

Go up and watch the new-born rill 
Just trickling from its mossy bed, 
Streaking the heath-clad hill 
With a bright emerald thread. 

Canst thou her bold career foretell, 
What rocks she shall o'erleap or rend, 
How far in Ocean's swell. 

Her freshening billows send ? 

Perchance that little brook shall flow 
The bulwark of some mighty realm,* 
Bear navies to and fro 

With monarchs at their helm. 

Or canst thou guess, how far away 
Some sister nymph, beside her urn 
Reclining night and day. 

Mid reeds and mountain fern, 



.06 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Nurses her store, -with thine to blend 
When many a moor and glen are past, 
Then in the "wide sea end 
Their spotless lives at last ? 

Even so, the course of prayer who knows / 
It springs in silence where it will, 
Springs out of sight, and flows 
At first a lonely rill : 

But streams shall meet it by and by 
From thousand sympathetic hearts, 
Together swelling high 

Their chant of many parts. 

Unheard by all but angel ears 
The good Cornelius knelt alone, 
Nor dream' d his prayers and tearss 
Would help a world undone. 

The while upon his terrac'd roof 
The lov'd Apostle to his Lord 
In silent thought aloof 

For Heavenly vision soar'd. 

Far o'er the glowing western main 
His wistful brow was upward rais'd^ 
Where, like an angel's train. 
The burnish'd water blaz'd. 

The saint beside the ocean pray'd, 
The soldier in his chosen bower. 



TUESDAY IN EASTER WEEK. 107 

Where all his eye survey' d 
Seem'd sacred in that hour. 



To each unknown his brother's prayer, . 
Yet brethren true in dearest love 
Were they — and now they share 
Fraternal joys above. 

There daily through Christ's open gate 
They see the Gentile spirits press, 
Brightening their high estate 
With dearer happiness. 

What civic wreath for comrades sav'd 
Shone ever with such deathless gleam, 
Or when did perils brav'd 
So sweet to veterans seem ? 



Su^sbag ht &mkx Wink 

And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; 
and did run to bring His disciples word. St. Mattheio xxviii. 8. 



TO THE SNOW-DROP. 

Thdu first-born of the year's delight, 

Pride of the dewy glade, 
In vernal green and virgin white, 

Thy vestal robes, array'd ; 



108 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

'Tis not because thy drooping form 

Sinks graceful on its nest, 
When chilly shades from gathering storxQ 

Affright thy tender breast : 

Nor for yon river islet wild 

Beneath the willow spray, 
Where, like the ringlets of a child, 

Thou weav'st thy circle gay ; 

'Tis not for these I love thee dear — 

Thy shy averted smiles 
To Fai^cy bode a joyous year, 

One of Life's fairy isles. 

They twinkle to the wintry moon, 

And cheer th' ungenial day, 
And tell us, all will glisten soon 

As green and bright as they. 

Is there a heart, that loves the spring, 

Their witness can refuse ? 
Yet mortals doubt, when angels bring 

From Heaven their Easter news : 

V/hen holy maids and matrons speak 

Of Christ's forsaken bed, 
And voices, that forbid to seek 

The living 'mid the dead. 

And when they say, ''Turn, wandering heart, 
*' Thy Lord is ris'n indeed, 



TUESD^f IN EASTER WEEK. 109 

' Let Pleasure go, put Care apart, 
"And to His presence speed;" 

We smile in scorn : and yet we know 

They early sought the tomb, 
Their hearts, that now so freshly glow, 

Lost in desponding gloom. 

They who have sought, nor hope to find, 

Wear not so bright a glance : 
They, who have won their earthly mind. 

Less reverently advance. 

But where, in gentle spirits, fear 

And joy so duly meet, 
These sure have seen the angels near, 

And kiss'd the Saviour's feet. 

Nor let the Pastor's thankful eye 

Their faltering tale disdain, 
As on their lowly couch they lie, 

Prisoners of want and pain. 

guide us, when our faithless hearts 

From Thee would start aloof, 
Where Patience her sweet skill imparts 

Beneath some cottage roof: 

Revive our dying fires, to burn 

High as her anthems soar. 
And of our scholars let us learn } 

Our own forgotten lore. 

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110 THE CHRISTIAN YEAH. 



^ix^t Suitbag after 6aster. 

Seemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath 
separated you from the congref^ation of Israel, to bring you near to 
iHimself ? Numbers xvi. 9. 

First Father of the holy seed, 
If yet, invok'd in hour of need. 

Thou count me for Thine own, 
Not quite an outcast if I prove, 
(Thou joy'st in miracles of love,) 

Hear, from Thy mercy -throne ! 

Upon Thine altar's horn of gold 
Help me to lay my trembling hold. 

Though stain'd with Christian gore ; — 
The blood of souls by Thee redeem'd. 
But, while I rov'd or idly dream'd, 

Lost to be found no more. 

For oft, when summer leaves were bright. 
And every flower was bath'd in light, 

In sunshine moments past. 
My wilful heart would burst away 
From where the holy shadow lay, 

Where Heaven my lot had cast. 

I thought it scorn with Thee to dwell, 
A Hermit in a silent cell, 

While, gaily sweeping by. 
Wild Fancy blew his bugle strain. 
And marshall'd all his gallant train 

In the world's wondering eye. 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. Ill 

I would have join'd him — but as oft 
Thy whisper'd warnings, kind and soft, 

My better soul confess' d. 
*'My servant, let the world alone — 
'* Safe on the steps of Jesus' throne 

*' Be tranquil and be blest. 

" Seems it to thee a niggard hand 

** That nearest Heaven has bade thee stand, 

** The ark to touch and bear, 
*'"\Vith incense of pure heart's desire 
*< To heap the censer's sacred fire, 

** The snow-white Ephod wear ?" 

"Why should we crave the worldling's wreath. 
On whom the Saviour deign'd to breathe, 

To whom His keys were given. 
Who lead the choir where angels meet. 
With angels' food our brethren greet, 

And pour the drink of Heaven ? 

When sorrow all our heart would ask. 
We need not shun our daily task. 

And hide ourselves for calm ; 
The herbs we seek to heal our woe 
Familiar by our pathway grow, 

Our common air is balm. 

Around each pure domestic shrine 
Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine, 
Our hearths are altars all , 



112 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

The prayers of hungry souls and poofj 
Like armed angels at the door, 
Our unseen foes appal. 

Alms all around and hymns within — 
What evil eye can entrance win 

Where guards like these abound ? 
If chance some heedless heart should roam, 
Sure, thought of these will lure it home 

Ere lost in Folly's round. 

joys, that sweetest in decay, 
Fall not, like wither'd leaves, away, 

But with the silent breath 
Of violets drooping one by one. 
Soon as their fragrant task is done. 

Are wafted high in death. 



He hath said, which heard the words of God, and knew the know- 
ledge of the Most High, which saw the vision of the Almighty, falling 
into a trance, but having his eyes open: I shall see Him, but not now: 
r shall behold Him, but not nigh: there shall come a star out of Jacob, 
and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel, and shall smite the corners ot' 
Moab, and destroy all the children of Sheth. Numbers xxiv. lo^ 17. 

FOR a sculptor's hand. 
That thou might'st take thy stand 
Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 113 

Thy tranc'd yet open gaze 
Fix'd on the desert haze, 
A.S one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees. 

In outline dim and vast 

Their fearful shadows cast 
The giant forms of empires on their way 

To ruin : one by one 

They tower and they are gone, 
Yet in the Prophet's soul the dreams of avarice stay. 

No sun or star so bright 

In all the world of light 
That they should draw to Heaven his downward eye: 

He hears th' Almighty's word, 

He sees the Angel's sword. 
Yet low upon the earth his heart and treasure lie. 

Lo ! from yon argent field, 

To him and us reveal'd, 
One gentle Star glides down, on earth to dwell. 

Chain'd as they are below, 

Our eyes may see it glow. 
And as it mounts again, may track its brightness well. 

To him it glar'd afar, 

A token of wild war. 
The banner of his Lord's victorious wrath : 

But close to us it gleams. 

Its soothing lustre streams 
Around our home's green walls, and on our church- 
way path. 

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114 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

We in the tents abide 

Which he at distance eyed 
Like goodly cedars by the waters spread, 

While seven red altar-fires 

Rose up in wavy spires, 
Where on the mount he watch'd his sorceries dark 
and dread. 

He watch'd till morning's ray 

On lake and meadow lay. 
And willow-shaded streams, that silent sweep 

Around the banner'd lines, 

Where by their several signs 
The desert-wearied tribes in sight of Canaan sleep. 

He watch'd till knowledge came 

Upon his soul like flame, 
Not of those magic fires at random caught : 

But true Prophetic light 

Flash'd o'er him, high and bright, 
Flash' d once, and died away, and left his darkened 
thought. 

And can he choose but fear, 

Who feels his God so near. 
That when he fain would curse, his powerless tongue 

In blessing only moves ? — 

Alas ! the world he loves 
Too close around his heart her tangling veil hath 
flung. 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 115 

Sceptre and Star divine, 

Who in Thine inmost shrine 
Hast made us worshippers, claim Thine own ; 

More than Thy seers we know — 

teach our love to grow 
Up to Thy heavenly light, and reap what Thou hast 



A womaa \^hen she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is 
come : but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembereth no 
more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world. 

St. John xvi. 21. 

Well may I guess and feel 
Why Autumn should be sad ; 
But vernal airs should sorrow heal, 
Spring should be gay and glad : 
Yet as along this violet bank I rove. 

The languid sweetness seems to choke my 
breath, 
I sit me down beside the hazel grove, 
And sigh, and half could wish my weariness were 
death. 

Like a bright veering cloud 
Grey blossoms twinkle there, 
Warbles around a busy crowd 
Of larks in purest air. 



116 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Shame on tlie heart that dreams of blessings gone, 
. Or wakes the spectral forms of woe and crime, 
When nature sings of joy and hope alone, 
Reading her cheerful lesson in her own sweet time. 

Nor let the proud heart say, 
In her self-torturing hour. 
The travail pangs must have their way, 
The aching brow must lower. 
To us long since the glorious Child is born, 
Our throes should be forgot, or only seem 
Like a sad vision told for joy at morn. 
For joy that we have wak'd and found it but a dream. 

Mysterious to all thought 
A mother's prime of bliss, 
When to her eager lips is brought 
Her infant's thrilling kiss. 
never shall it set, the sacred light 

Which dawns that moment on her tender gaze. 
In the eternal distance blending bright 
Her darling's hope and hers, for love and joy and 
praise. 

No need for her to weep 

Like Thracian wives of yore. 
Save when in rapture still and deep 
Her thankful heart runs o'er. 
They mourn'd to trust their treasure on the main, 
Sure of the storm, unknowing of their guide : 



FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 117 

Welcome to her the peril and the pain, 
For well she knows the home where they may safely 
hide. 

She joys that one is born 
Into a world forgiven, 
Her Father's household to adorn, 
And dwell with her in Heaven. 
So have I seen, in Spring's bewitching hour, 

When the glad Earth is offering all her best, 

Some gentle maid bend o'er a cherish'd flower, 

And wish it worthier on a Parent's heart to rest. 



(f ourtlj Swnbag after ©aster. 

Nevertheless I tell you the truth ; It is expedient for you that I go 
away: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but 
if I depart, I will send Him unto you. St. John xvi. 7. 

My Saviour, can it ever be 
That I should gain by losing Thee ? 
The watchful mother tarries nigh, 
Though sleep have closed her infant's eye ; 
For should he wake, and find her gone. 
She knows she could not bear his moan. 
But I am weaker than a child. 

And Thou art more than mother dear ; 
Without Thee Heaven were but a wild : 

How can I live without Thee here ! 

" 'Tis good for you, that I should go, 
"You lingering yet awhile below ;" — • 



8 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

'Tis thine own gracious promise, Lord! 
Thy saints have prov'd the faithful word, 
When Heaven's bright boundless avenue 
Far open'd on their eager view, 
And homeward to Thy Father's throne, 

Still lessening, brightening on their sights 
Thy shadowy car Avent soaring on ; 

They track'd Thee up th' abyss of light. 

Thou bid'st rejoice ; they dare not mourn. 
But to their home in gladness turn. 
Their home and God's, that favour'd place, 
Where still He shines on Abraham's race. 
In prayers and blessings there to wait 
Like suppliants at their Monarch's gate, 
Who bent with bounty rare to aid 

The splendours of His crowning day, 
Keeps back awhile His largess, made 

More welcome for that brief delay : 

In doubt they wait, but not unblest : 
They doubt not of their Master's rest, 
Nor of the gracious will of Heaven — 
Who gave His Son, sure all has given — 
But in ecstatic awe they muse 
What course the genial stream may choose, 
And far and wide their fancies rove. 

And to their height of wonder strain, 
What secret miracle of love 

Should make their Saviour's g'ang gain. 

The days of hope and prayer are past, 
The day of comfort dawns at last, 



FOuitTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. 119 

The eyerlasting gates again 
Roll back, and, lo ! a royal train — 
From the far depth of light once more 
The floods of glory earth-ward pour : 
They part like shower-drops in mid air, 

But ne'er so soft fell noon-tide shower, 
Nor ev'ning rainbow gleam'd so fair 

To weary swains in parched bower. 

Swiftly and straight each tongue of flame 

Through cloud and breeze unwavering came» 

And darted to its place of rest 

On some meek brow of Jesus blest. 

Nor fades it yet, that living gleam, 

And still those lambent lightnings stream : 

Where'er the Lord is, there are they ; 

In every heart that gives them room. 
They light His altar every day, 

Zeal to inflame, and vice consume. 

Soft as the plumes of Jesus' Dove 
They nurse the soul to heavenly love : 
The struggling spark of good within, 
Just smother'd in the strife of sin. 
They quicken to a timely glow. 
The pure flame spreading high and low. 
Said I, that prayer and hope were o*er ? 

Nay, blessed Spirit ! but by Thee 
The Church's prayer finds wings to soar, 

The Church's hope find eyes to see. 

Then, fainting soul, arise and sing ; 
Mount, but be sober on the wing ; 



120 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Mount up, for Heaven is won by prayer, 

Be sober, for thou art not there ; 

Till Death the weary spirit free, 

Thy God hath said, 'Tis good for thee 

To walk by faith and not by sight : 

Take it on trust a little while ; 
Soon shalt thou read the mystery right 

In the full sunshine of His smile. 

Or if thou yet more knowledge crave, 
Ask thine own heart, that willing slave 
To all that works thee woe or harm : 
Shouldst thou not need some mighty charm 
To.win thee to thy Saviour's side, 
Though He had deign'd with thee to bide ? 
The Spirit must stir the darkling deep, 

The Dove must settle on the Cross 
Else we should all sin on or sleep 

With Christ in sight, turning our gain to loss. 



Jxftlj Sunbag nitzx (S)U$kx. 

BOGATION SUNDAY. 

And the Lord was very angry -with Aaron to have destroyed him 
and I prayed for Aaron also the same time. Deuteronomy ix. 20. 

Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven ; 

The Conqueror now 

His bonds hath riven, 
And Angels wonder why He stays below : 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER. i21 

Yet hath not man his lesson learn'd, 
How endless love should he return'd. 

Deep is the silence as of summer noon, 
When a soft shower 
Will trickle soon, 
A gracious rain, freshening the weary bower — 
sweetly then far off is heard 
The clear note of some lonely bird. 

So let Thy turtle-dove's sad call arise 
In doubt and fear 
Through darkening skiets, 
And pierce, Lord, Thy justly-sealed ear, 
Where on the house-top,* all night long 
She trills her widow'd, faltering song. 

Teach her to know and love her hour of prayer, 
And evermore, 
As faith grows rare, 
Unlock her heart, and offer all its store 
In holier love and humbler vows, 
As suits a lost returning spouse. 

Not as at first,, f but with intenser cry, 

Upon the mount 

She now must lie. 
Till Thy dear love to blot the sad account 

* Psalm cii. 7. 

1 1 fell down before the Lord forty days and forty nights, as I fell 
down at the first. Deuteronomy ix. 25. 
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122 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Of her rebellious race be won, 
Pitying the mother in the son. 

But chiefly (for she kn(?ws Thee anger'd worst 
By holiest things 
Profan'd and curst) — 
Chiefly for Aaron's seed she spreads her wings. 
If but one leaf she may from Thee 
Win of the reconciling tree. 

For what shall heal, when holy water banes ? 
Or who may guide 
O'er desert plains 
Thy lov'd yet sinful people wandering wide, 
If Aaron's hand unshrinking mould* 
An idol form of earthly gold ? 

Therefore her tears are bitter, and as deep 
Her boding sigh, 
As, while men sleep, 
Sad-hearted mothers heave, that wakeful lie, 
To muse upon some darling child 
Roaming in youth's uncertain wild. 

Therefore on fearful dreams her inward sight 
Is fain to dwell — 
What lurid light 
Shall the last darkness of the world dispel, 
The Mediator in His wrath 
Descei ding down the lightning's path. 

♦ Exodus xxxii. 4. 



ASCENSION DAY. 123 

ret, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause. 
In act to break^ 
Thine outrag'd laws, 
spare Thy rebels for Thine own dear sake ; 
Withdraw Thine hand, nor dash to earth 
The covenant of our second birth. 

'Tis forfeit like the first — we own it all — 
Yet for love's sake 
Let it not fall ; 
But at Thy touch let veiled hearts awake, 
That nearest to Thine altar lie. 
Yet least of holy things descry. 

Teacher of teachers ! Priest of priests ! from Thee 
The sweet strong prayer 
Must rise, to free 
First Levi, then all Israel, from the snare. 
Thou art our Moses out of sight — 
Speak for us, or we perish quite. 



gistension gag. 

Why stand ye gazing up into Heaven ? this same Jesus, which is 
taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye 
have seen Him go into Heaven. Acts i. 11. 

Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May 
Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch, 

* Exodus xxxii. 19. 



124 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Draw's! thy bright veil across the heavenly way, 
Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march : 

My soul is envious of mine eye, 
That it should soar and glide with thee so fast, 

The while my grovelling thoughts half buried lie. 
Or lawless roam around this earthly waste. 

Chains of my heart, avaunt I say — 
I will arise, and in the strength of love 

Pursue the bright track ere it fade away, 
My Saviour's pathway to His home above. 

Sure, when I reach the point where earth 
Melts into nothing from th' uncumber'd sight, 

Heaven will o'ercome th' attraction of my birth, 
And I shall sink in yonder sea of light : 

Till resting by th' incarnate Lord, 
Once bleeding, now triumphant for my sake, 

I mark Him, how by seraph hosts ador'd. 
He to earth's lowest cares is still awake. 

The sun and every vassal star. 
All space, beyond the soar of angel wings. 

Wait on His word : and yet He stays His car 
For every sigh a contrite suppliant brings. 

He listens to the silent tear 
For all the anthems of the boundless sky — 

And shall our dreams of music bar our ear 
To his s ul-piercing voice for ever nigh ? 



SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 125 

Nay, gracious Saviour — but as now 
Our thoughts have trac'd Thee to Thy glory-throne, 

So help us evermore with Thee to bow 
Where human sorrow breathes her lowly moan. 

We must not stand to gaze too long, 
Though on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend, 

Where lost behind the bright angelic throng 
We see Christ's entering triumph slow ascend. 

No fear but we shall soon behold, 
Faster than now it fades, that gleam revive, 
When issuing from his cloud of fiery gold 
Our wasted frames feel the true sun, and live.. 

Then shall we see Thefe as Thou art, 
For ever fix'd in no unfruitful gaze, 

But such as lifts the new-created heart, 
Age after age, in worthier love and praise. 



S«nbag nikx ^sanston. 



As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same sue U> 
another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 

1 St. Peter iv, 10. 

The Earth that in her genial breast 
Makes for the down a kindly nest. 
Where wafted by the warm south-west 

It floats at pleasure. 
Yields, thankful, of her very best, 

To nurse her treasure : 
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126 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

True to her trust, tree, herb, or reed, 
She renders for each scatter'd seed, 
And to her Lord with duteous heed 

Gives large increase : 
Thus year by year she works unfeed, 

And will not cease. 

Woe worth these barren hearts of ours. 
Where Thou hast set celestial flowers, 
And water' d with more balmy showers 

Than e'er distilFd 
In Eden, on th' ambrosial bowers — 

Yet nought we yield. 

Largely Thou givest, gracious Lord, 
Largely Thy gifts should be restor'd; 
Freely Thou givest, and Thy word 

Is, ** Freely give."* 
He only, who forgets to hoard, 

Has learn' d to live. 

Wisely Thou givest — all around 
Thine equal rays are resting found, 
^Yet varying so on various ground 
They pierce and strike, 
That not two roseate cups are crown'd 
With dew alike : 

Even so, in silence, likest Thee, 
Steals on scft-handed Charity, 

* St. Matthew x. 8. 



SUNDAY AFTER ASCENSION. 12i 

Tempering her gifts, that seem so free, 

By time and place, 
Till not a woe the bleak world see, 

But finds her grace : 

Eyes to the blind, and to the lame 
Feet, and to sinners wholesome blarr»e, 
To starving bodies food and flame, 

By turns she brings. 
To humbled souls, that sink for shame. 

Lends heaven-ward wings : 

Leads them the way our Saviour went. 
And shows Love's treasure yet unspent ; 
As when tli' unclouded heavens were rent 

Opening His road, 
Nor yet His Holy Spirit sent 

To our abode. 

Ten days th' eternal doors display'd 
Were wondering (so th' Almighty bade) 
Whom Love enthron'd would send, in aid 

Of souls that mourn. 
Left orphans in Earth's dreary shade 

As soon as born. 

Open they stand, that prayers in throngs 
May rise on high, and holy songs. 
Such incense as of right belongs 

To the true sbrine. 
Where stands the Healer of all wrongs 

In light divine ; 



128 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

The golden censer in His hand, 
He offers hearts from every land, 
Tied to His own by gentlest band 

Of silent Love : 
About Him winged blessings stand 

In act to move. 

A little while, and they shall fleet 
From Heaven to Earth, attendants meet 
On the life-giving Paraclete 

Speeding His flight. 
With all that sacred is and sweet, 

On saints to light. 

Apostles, Prophets, Pastors, all 
Shall feel the shower of Mercy fall. 
And starting at th' Almighty's call, 

Give what He gave, 
Till their high deeds the world appal. 

And sinners save. 



And suddenly there canfie a sound from Heaven as of a rushing mighty 
wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there 
appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each 
af them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Acts ii. 2-4. 

When God of old came down from Heaven, 

In power and wrath He came ; 
Before His feet the clouds were riven, 

Half darkness and half flame • 



WHITSUNDAY. 129 

Around the trembling mountain's base 

The prostrate people lay ; 
A day of wrath, and not of grace ; 

A dim and dreadful day. 

But when He came the second time, 

He came in power and love, 
Softer than gale at morning prime 

Hover'd His holy Dove. 

The fires that rush'd on Sinai down 

In sudden torrents dread, 
Now gently light, a glorious crown, 

On every sainted head. 

Like arrows went those lightnings forth 

Wing'd with the sinner's doom, 
But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth 

Proclaiming life to come : 

And as on Israel's awe-struck ear 

The voice exceeding loud, 
The trump, that angels quake to hear, 

Thrill'd from the deep, dark cloudy 

So, when the Spirit of our God 

Came down His flock to find, 
A voice from Heaven was heard abroad, 

A rushing, mighty wind. 

Nor doth the outward ear alone 
At that high warning start ; 



130 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Conscience gives back th' appalling tone; 
'Tis echoed in the heart. 

It fills the Church of God ; it fills 

The sinful world around ; 
Only in stubborn hearts and wills 

No place for it is found. 

To other strains our souls are set : 

A giddy whirl of sin 
Fills ear and brain, and will not let 

Heaven's harmonies come in. 

Come Lord, come Wisdom, Love, and Power, 

Open our ears to hear ; 
Let us not miss th' accepted hour ; 

Save, Lord, by Love or Fear. 



Pfonbag in SS^itsun-fouk. 

So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face >f all the 
earth : and they left off to build the city. Genesis xl 6. 

Since all that is not Heaven must fade, 
Light be the hand of Ruin laid 

Upon the home I love : 
With lulling spell let soft Decay 
Steal on, and spare the giant sway, 

The crash of tower and grove. 



MOljrAT IN WHITSUN-WEEK. 181 

Far opening down some woodland deep 
In their own quiet glade should sleep 

The relics dear to thought, 
And wild-flower wreaths from side to side 
Their waving tracery hang, to hide 

What ruthless Time has wrought. 

Such are the visions green and sweet 
That o'er the wistful fancy fleet 

In Asia's sea-like plain. 
Where slowly, round his isles of sand, 
Euphrates through the lonely land 

Winds toward the pearly main. 

Slumber is there, but not of rest ; 
There her forlorn and weary nest 

The famish'd hawk has found, 
The wild dog howls at fall of night, 
The serpent's rustling coils affright 

The traveller on his round. 

What shapeless form, half lost on high,* 
Half seen against the evening sky, 

Seems like a ghost to glide. 
And watch, from Babel's crumbling heap, 
Where in her shadow, fast asleep, 

Lies fall'n Imperial Pride ? 

* See Sir R. K. Porter's Travels, ii. 387. " In my second visit to Birs 
Nimrood, my party suddenly halted, having descried sev«*ral dark 
objects moving along the summit of its hill, which they construed into 
dismounted Arabs on the look out: I took out my glass to examine, and 
soon distinguished that the causes of our alarm were two or three 
majestic li)ns, taking the air upon the heights of the pyramid." 



132 THE CHRISTIAN YKAR. 

With half-clos'd eye a lion there 
Is basking in his noontide lair, 

Or prowls in twilight gloom. 
The golden city's king he seems, 
Such as in old prophetic dreams--'* 

Sprang from rough ocean's womb. 

But where are now his eagle wings, 
That shelter'd erst a thousand kings, 

Hiding the glorious sky 
From half the nations, till they own 
No holier name, no mightier throne ? 

That vision is gone by. 

Quench'd is the golden statue's ray,f 
The breath of heaven has blown away 

What toiling earth had pil'd, 
Scattering wise heart and crafty hand, 
As breezes strew on ocean's s-and 

The fabrics of a child. 

Divided thence through every age 
Thy rebels. Lord, their warfare wage, 

And hoarse and jarring all 
Mount up their heaven-assailing cries 
To Thy bright watchmen in the skies 
From Babel's shatter'd wall. 

Thrice only since, with blended might 
The nations on that haughty heiglit 

* Daniel vii. 4. t Daniel ii. and UL 



MONDAY IN WHITSUN-WEEK. 133 

Have met to scale the Heaveu : 
Thrice only might a seraph's look 
A moment's shade of sadness brook — 

Such power to guilt was given. 

Now the fierce Bear and Leopard keen* 
Are perish'd as they ne'er had been, 

Oblivion is their home : 
Ambition's boldest dream and last 
Must melt before the clarion blast 

That sounds the dirge of Rome. 

Heroes and Kings, obey the charm, 
Withdraw the proud high-reaching arm, 

There is an oath on high, 
That ne'er on brow of mortal birth 
Shall blend again the crowns of earth. 

Nor in according cry 

Her many voices mingling own 
One tyrant Lord, one idol throne : 

But to his triumph soon 
He shall descend, who rules above. 
And the pure language of His lovef 

All tongues of men shall tune. 

Nor let ^imbition heartless mourn ; 
When Babel's very ruins burn, 

* Daniel vii. 5, 6. 

t Then will I turn to the people a pure language, that they may h\\ 
c&U upon the name of the Lord, to serve Him with one consent. 

Zephaniah ill. 9. 

12 



184 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Her higli desires may "breathe ; — 
O'ercome thyself, and thou mayst share 
With Christ His Father's throne,* and wear 

The world's imperial wreath. 



When He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before them. 

St. John X. 4, 

{Addressed to Candidates /or Ordination.) 

"Lord, in Thy field I work all day, 
** I read, I teach, I warn, I pray, 
** And yet these wilful wandering sheep 
<< Within Thy fold I cannot keep. 

** I journey, yet no step is won — 
** Alas ! the weary course I run ! 
*'Like sailors shipwreck'd in their dreams, 
** All powerless and benighted seems." 

What ? wearied out with half a life ? 
Scar'd with this smooth unbloody strife ? 
Think where thy coward hopes had flown 
Had Heaven held out the martyr's crown 

How couldst Thou hang upon the cross, 
To whom a weary hour is loss ? 

• To him that overcometh Mill I grant to sit with Ble in My throne. 

Revelations iii. 21. 



TUESDAY IN WHIISTJN-WEEK. 135 

Or how the thorns and scourging brook, 
Who shiinkest from a scornful look? 

Tet ere thy craven spirit faints, 
Hear thine own King, the King of Saints ; 
Thougt thou wert toiling in the grave, 
'Tis He can cheer thee, He can save. 

He is th' eternal mirror bright, 
Where angels view the Father's light. 
And yet in him the simplest swain 
May read his homely lesson plain. 

Early to quit His home on earth, 
And claim His high celestial birth, 
Alone with His true Father found 
Within the Temple's solemn round : — 

Yet in meek duty to abide 

For many a year at Mary's side, 

Nor heed, though restless spirits ask, 

"What? hath the Christ forgot His task?''— 

Conscious of Deity within. 

To bow before an heir of sin. 

With folded arm' on humble breast. 

By His own servant wash'd and blest : — 

Then full of Heaven, the mystic Dove 
Hovering His gracious brow above. 
To shun the voice and eye of praise. 
And in the wild His trophies raise : — 



136 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

With hymns of angels in His ears, 
Back to his task of woe and tears, 
Unmurmuring through the world to roam 
With not a wish or thought at home : — 

All but Himself to heal and save, 

Till ripen'd for the cross and grave, 

He to His Father gently yield 

The breath that our redemption seal'd : — 

Then to unearthly life arise, 
Yet not at once to seek the skies, 
But glide awhile from saint to saint. 
Lest on our lonely way we faint ; 

And through the cloud by glimpses show 
How bright, in Heaven, the marks will glow 
Of the true cross, imprinted deep 
Both on the Shepherd and the sheep : — 

When out of sight, in heart and prayer 
Thy chosen people still to bear. 
And from behind Thy glorious veil, 
Shed light that cannot change or fail : — 

This is Thy pastoral course, Lord, 
Till we be sav'd, and Thou ador'd ; — 
Thy course and ours — but who are they 
Who follow on the narrow way ? 

And yet of Thee from year to year 
The Church's solemn chant we hear, 



TRINITY SUNDAY. 137 

As from Thy cradle to Thy throne 

She swells her high heart-cheering tone. 

Listen, ye pure white-robed souls, 
Whom in her list she now enrolls, 
And gird ye for your high emprise 
By these her thrilling minstrelsies. 

And whereso'er in earth's wide field, 
Ye lift, for Him, the red-cross shield, 
Be this your song, your joy and pride — 
*' Our Champion went before and died.' 



If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall y« 
believe, if I tell you of heavenly things ? St. John iii. 12. 

Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide, 
Now on Thy mercy's ocean wide 
Far out of sight we seem to glide. 

Help us, each hour, with steadier eye 
To search the deepening mystery. 
The wonders of Thy sea and sky. 

The blessed Angels look and long 
To praise Thee with a worthier song, 
And yet our silence does Thee wrong.-- 
12* 



138 THE CnmSTIAN YEAR. 

Along the Church's central space 
The sacred weeks, with unfelt pace, 
Have borne us on from grace to graco. 

As travellers on some woodland height, 
When wintry suns are gleaming bright, 
Lose in arch'd glades their tangled sight ;— 

By glimpses such as dreamers love 
Through her grey veil the leafless grove 
Shows where the distant shadows rove ; — 

Such trembling joy the soul o'er-awes 
As nearer to Thy shrine she draws : — 
And now before the choir we pause. 

The dcK)r is clos'd — but soft and deep 
Around the awful arches sweep 
'Such airs as soothe a hermit's sleep. 

From each carv'd nook and fretted bend 

Cornice and gallery seem to send 

Tones that with seraph hymns might blend. 

Three solemn parts together twine 

In harmony's mysterious line ; 

Three solemn aisles approach the shrine: 

Yet all are One — together all, 

In thoughts that awe but not appal, 

Teach the adoring hear: to fall. 



TRINITY SUI^DAY. 139 

Within, these walls each fluttering guest 
Is gently lur'd to one safe nest — 
Without, 'tis moaning and mrest. 

The busy world a thousand ways 

Is hurrying by, nor ever stays 

To catch a note of Thy dear praise. 

Why tarries not her chariot wheel, 
That o'er her with no vain appeal 
One gust of heavenly song might steal ? 

Alas ! for her Thy opening flowers 
Unheeded breathe to summer showers. 
Unheard the music of Thy bowers. 

What echoes from the sacred dome 
The selfish spirit may o'ercome 
That will not hear of love or home ! 

The heart that scorn'd a father's care, 
How can it rise in filial prayer ? 
How an all-seeing Guardian bear ? 

Or how shall envious brethren own 
A Brother on th' eternal throne. 
Their Father's joy, their hope alone ? 

How shall Thy Spirit's gracious wile 
The sullen brow of gloom beguile, 
That frowns on sweet Affection's smile? 



140 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Eternal One, Almighty Trine ! 

(Since Thou art ours, and we are Thine,y 

By all Thy love did once resign, 

By all the grace Thy heavens still hide, 
We pray Thee, keep us at Thy side, 
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide ! 



So Joshua smote all the country . . . and all their ki»g3 : he left noM 
remaining. Joshua x. 40. 



Where is the land with milk and honey flowing. 

The promise of our God, our fancy's theme ? 
Here over shatter'd walls dank weeds are growing, 
And blood and fire have run in mingled stream ; 
Like oaks and cedars all around 
The giant corses strew the ground, 
And haughty Jericho's cloud-piercing wall 
Lies where it sank at Joshua's trumpet call. 

These are not scenes for pastoral dance at even, 
For moonlight rovings in the fragrant glades, 
Soft slum) ers in the open eye of Heaven, 
And all the listless joy of summer shades 
We in the midst of ruins live. 
Which every hour dread warning give, 
Nor may our household vine or fig-tree hide 
The broken arches of old Canaan's pride. 



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 141 

Where is the sweet repose of hearts repenting, 
The deep calm sky, the sunshine of the soul, 
Now Heaven and earth are to our bliss consenting, 
And all the Godhead joins to make us whole? 
The triple crown of mercy now 
Is ready for the suppliant's brow, 
By the Almighty Three for ever plann'd, 
And from behind the cloud held out by Jesus' hand. 

**Now, Christians, hold your own — the land before 

ye 

"Is open — win your way, and take your rest." 
So sounds our war-note ; but our path of glory 
By many a cloud is darken'd and unblest : 
And daily as we downward glide. 
Life's ebbing stream on either side 
Shows at each turn some mould'ring hope or joy, 
The Man seems following still the funeral of the Toy. 

Open our eyes, thou Sun of life and gladness. 

That we may see that glorious world of Thine ! 
It shines for us in vain, while drooping sadness 
Enfolds us here like mist : come. Power benign, 
Touch our chill'd hearts with vernal smile, 
Our wintry course do Thou beguile, 
Nor by the wayside ruins let us mourn. 
Who have th' eternal towers for our appr .nted bourne. 



142 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



Marvel not, my brethren, if the world hate you. We know that we 
have passed from death uuto life, because we love the brethren. 

1 St John iii. 13, 14 

The clouds that wrap the setting sun 

When Autumn's softest gleams are ending, 
Where all bright hues together run 

In sweet confusion blending : — 
Why, as we watch their floating wreath, 
Seem they the breath of life to breathe ? 
To Fancy's eye their motions prove 
They mantle round the Sun for love. 

When up some woodland dale we catch 
The many-twinkling smile* of ocean, 
Or with pleas'd ear bewilder'd watch 

His chime of restless motion ; 
Still as the surging waves retire 
They seem to gasp with strong desire, 
Such signs of love old Ocean gives, 
We cannot choose but think he lives. 

Wouldst thou the life of souls discern ? 

Nor human wisdom nor divine 
Helps thee by a'lght betiide to learn ; 

Love is life's only sign. 
The spring of the regenerate heart, 
The pulse, the glow of every part. 



-KOVTioiv re Kvixaroi)- 

dvrjpidfiov ytXaafxa ^schyl. Prom. 



SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 143 

Is the true love of Christ our Lord, 
As man embrac'd, as God ador'd. 

But he, whose heart will bound to mark 
The full bright burst of summer morn, 
Loves too each little dewy spark, 

By leaf or flow'ret worn : 
Cheap forms, and common hues, 'tis true. 
Through the bright shower-drop meet his view ; 
The colouring may be of this earth ; 
The lustre comes of heavenly birth. 

Even so, who loves the Lord aright, 

No soul of man can worthless find ; 
All will be precious in his sight, 

Since Christ on all hath shin'd : 
But chiefly Christian souls ; for they, 
Though worn and soil'd with sinful clay, 
Are yet, to eyes that see them true. 
All glistening with baptismal dew. 

Then marvel not, if such as bask 

In purest light of innocence, 
Hope against hope, in love's dear task, 

Spite of all dark offence. 
If they who hate the trespass most, 
Yet, when all other love is lost. 
Love the poor sinner, marvel not ; 
.Christ's mark outwears the rankest blot. 

No distance breaks the tie of blood ; 
Brothers are brothers evermore ; 



144 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Nor wrong, nor wrath of deadliest mood. 

That magic may o'erpower ; 
Oft, ere the common source be known, 
The kindred drops will claim their own, 
And throbbing pulses silently 
Move heart towards heart by sympathy. 

So is it with true Christian hearts ; 

Their mutual share in Jesus' blood 
An everlasting bond imparts 
Of holiest brotherhood : 
Oh ! might we all our lineage prove, 
Give and forgive, do good and love, 
By soft endearments in kind strife 
Lightening the load of daily life ! 

There is much need ; for not as yet 

Are we in shelter or repose, 
The holy house is still beset 

With leaguer of stern foes ; 
Wild thoughts within, bad men without. 
All evil spirits round about, 
Are banded in unblest device, 
To spoil Love's earthly paradise. 

Then draw we nearer day by day, 

Each to his brethren, all to God ; 
Let the world take us as she may, 

We must not change our road ; 
Not wondering, though in grief, to find 
The martyr's foe still keep her mind ; 



THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 145 

But fix'd to hold Love's banner fast, 
And by submission win at last. 



K^irir Sttitbag nikx Slriuitg. 

There is joy ia the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that 
repenteth. St. Luke xv. 10. 

HATEFUL spell of Sin ! when friends are nigh, 
To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought. 

And raise accusing shades of hours gone by, 
To come between us and all kindly thought ! 

Chill'd at her touch, the self-reproaching soul 
Flies from the heart and home she dearest loves 

To where lone mountains tower, or billows roll. 
Or to your endless depth, ye solemn groves. 

In vain : the averted cheek in loneliest dell 

Is conscious of a gaze it cannot bear. 
The leaves that rustle near us seem to tell 

Our heart's sad secret to the silent air. 

Nor is the dream untrue ; for all around 

The heavens are watching with their thousand eyes, 

"We cannot pass our guardian angel's bound. 
Resign' d or sullen, he will hear our sighs. 

He in the mazes of the budding wood 
Is near, and mourns to see our thankless glance 
13 



146 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Dwell coldly, where the fresh green earth is strew' d 
With the first flowers that lead the vernal dance. 

In wasteful bounty shower'd, they smile unseen, 
Unseen by man — but what of purer sprights 

By moonlight o'er their dewy bosoms lean 
To adore the Father of all gentle lights ? 

If such there be, grief and shame to thin^ 
That sight of thee should overcloud their joy, 

A new-born soul, just waiting on the brink 
Of endless life, yet wrapt in earth's annoy ! 

turn, and be thou turn'd ! the selfish tear, 
In bitter thoughts of low-born care begun. 

Let it flow on, but flow refin'd and clear, 
The turbid waters brightening as they run. 

Let it flow on, till all thine earthly heart 
In penitential drops have ebb'd away, 

Then fearless turn where Heaven hath set thy part. 
Nor shudder at the Eye that saw thee stray 

O lost and found ! all gentle souls below 

Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove 

Such joy o'er thee, as raptur'd seraphs know. 
Who leaj*n their lesson at the Throne of Love. 



FOURTH SUNFAY AFTER TRINITY. 147 



^omt^ ^unbag after ^rinitg. 

For th ) earnest expectatioa of the creature waiteth for the manifesta- 
tion of the sous of God. For the creature was made subject to vanity, 
not willingly, but by reason of Him who hath subjected the same ia 
hope, because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bond- 
age of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God. For 
we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain 
together until now. Romans viii. 19-22. 

It was not then a poet's dream, 

An idle vaunt of song, 
Such as beneath the moon's soft gleam 

On vacant fancies throng : 

Which bids us see in heaven and earth, 

In all fair things around. 
Strong yearnings for a blest new birth 

With sinless glories crown' d ; 

Which bids us hear, at each sweet pause 

From care and want and toil, 
When dewy eve her curtain draws 

Over the day's turmoil, 

In the low chant of wakeful birds, 

In the deep weltering flood, 
In whispering leaves, these solemn words — 

"God made us all for good." 

All true, all faultless, all in tune, 

Creation's wondrous choir, 
Open'd in mystic unison 

To last till time expire. 



148 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

And still it lasts : by day and night, 
With one consenting voice, 

All hymn Thy glory, Lord, aright, 
All worship and rejoice. 

Man only mars the sweet accord, 

O'erpowering with "harsh din" 

The music of Thy works and word, 
111 match'd with grief and sin. 

Sin is with man at morning break. 
And through the live-long day 

Deafens the ear that fain would wake 
To Nature's simple lay. 

But when eve's silent foot-fall steals 

Along the eastern sky, 
And one by one to earth reveals 

Those purer fires on high, 

When one by one each human sound 

Dies on the awful ear, 
Then Nature's voice no more is drown'd, 

She speaks, and we must hear. 

Then pours she on the Christian heart 
That warning still and deep, 

At which high spirits of old would ptart 
E'en from their Pagan sleep. 

Just guessing, through their murky blind. 
Few, faint, and baffling sight, 



/ 



^rOUETH SUXDAV AFTEJCv TRINITY. 149 

Streaks of a brighter heaven behind, 
A cloudless depth of light. 

Such thoughts, the wreck of Paradise, 

Through many a dreary age. 
Upbore whate'er of good and wise 

Yet liy'd in bard or sage : 

They mark'd what agonizing throes 
Shook the great mother's womb ; 

But reason's spells might not disclose 
The gracious birth to come ; 

Nor could th' enchantress Hope forecast 

God's secret love and power ; 
The travail pangs of Earth must last 

Till her appointed hour ; 

The hour that saw from opening heaven 

Redeeming glory stream. 
Beyond the summer hues of even, 

Beyond the mid-day beam. 

Thenceforth, to eyes of high desire, 

The meanest things below, 
As with a seraph's robe of fire 

Invested, burn and glow : 

The rod of Heaven has touch'd them all, 
The word from Heaven is spoken ; 

**Kise, shine, and sing, thou captive thrall: 
**Are not thy fetters broken? 
13* 



150 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

'* The God Who hallow' d thee an 1 blest, 
"Pronouncing thee all good — 

*< Hath He not all thy wrongs redrest, 
*' And all thy bliss renew'd? 

** Why mourn'st thou still as one bereft, 
*' Now that th' eternal Son 

** His blessed home in heaven hath left 
*' To make thee all His own ?" 

Thou mourn'st because Sin lingers still 
In Christ's new heaven and earth ; 

Because our rebel works and will 
Stain our immortal birth : 

Because, as Love and Prayer grow cold, 
The Saviour hides His face, 

And worldlings blot the temple's gold 
With uses vile and base. 

Hence all thy groans and travail pains. 
Hence, till thy God return, 

In Wisdom's ear thy blithest strains, 
Oh Nature, seem to mourn. 



FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 151 



J^ifl^ ^unbag after Crinitg. 

And Simon answering said unto Him, Master, we have toiled all the 
night, and have taken nothing: nevertheless at Thy word I will let 
down the net. And when they had this done, they enclosed a «:eat 
multitude of fishes : and their net br'ike. St. Luke v. 5, 6. 

" The live-long night we've toil'd in vain, 

'* But at Thy gracious word 
** I will let down the net again : — 

*' Do Thou Thy will, Lord 1" 



So spake the weary fisher, spent 
With bootless darkling toil. 

Yet on his Master's bidding bent 
For love and not for spoil. 

So day by day and week by week, 

In sad and weary thought, 
They muse, whom God hath set to seek 

The souls His Christ hath bought. 

For not upon a tranquil lake 

Our pleasant task we ply, 
AVhere all along our glistening wake 

The softest moonbeams lie ; 

Where rippling wave and dashing oar 
Our midnight chant attend, 

Or whispering palm-leaves from the short 
With midnight silence blend. 



152 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Swe^t thoughts of peace, ye may not last: 
Too soon some ruder sound 

Calls us from where ye soar so fast 
Back to our earthly round. 

For wildest storms our ocean sweep : — 

No anchor but the Cross 
Might hold : and oft the thankless deep 

Turns all our toil to loss. 

Full many a dreary anxious hour 

We watch our nets alone 
In drenching spray, and driving shower, 

And hear the night-bird's moan : 

At morn we look, and nought is there ; 

Sad dawn of cheerless day ! 
Who then from pining and despair 

The sickening heart can stay ? 

There is a stay — and we are strong ; 

Our Master is at hand, 
To cheer our solitary song, 

And guide us to the strand. 

In His own time : but yet awhile 
Our bark at sea must ride : 

Cast after cast, by force or guile 
All waters must be tried : 

By blameless guile or gentle force, 
As when He deign'd to teach 



SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 153 

(The lode-star of our Christian course) 
Upon this sacred beach. 

Should e'er Thy wonder-working grace 

Triumph by our weak arm, 
Let not our sinful fancy trace 

Aught human in the charm : 

To our own nets--'" ne'er bow we down, 

Lest on the eternal shore 
The angels, while our draught they own,f 

Reject us evermore : 

Or, if for our unworthiness 

Toil, prayer, and watching fail. 
In disappointment Thou canst bless, 

So love at heart prevail. 



^xxtl^ ^unbag after Crinttg. 

David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the Lord. And 
Nathan said unto David, The Lord also hath put away thy sin; thou 
Shalt not die. 2 Samuel xii. 13. 

When bitter thoughts, of conscience born, 

With sinners wake at morn, 
When from our restless couch we start, 
With fever'd lips and wither'd heart, 

* They sacrifice unto their net, and burn incense unto their drag. 

Habakhuk i. 16. 
•■ St. Matthew xiii. 49. 



154 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Where is the spell to charm those mists away, 
And make new morning in that darksome day \ 
One draught of spring's delicious air, 
One steadfast thought, that God is there. 

These are Thy wonders, hourly wrought,* 
♦ Thou Lord of time and thought, 

Lifting and lowering souls at will, 

Crowding a world of good or ill 
Into a moment's vision ; even as light 
Mounts o'er a cloudy ridge, and all is bright, 

Prom west to east one thrilling ray 

Turning a wintry world to May. 

Would'st thou the pangs of guilt assuage ? 

Lo ! here an open page. 
Where heavenly mercy shines as free, 
Written in balm, sad heart, for thee. 
Never so fast, in silent April shower, 
Flush'd into green the dry and leafless bower, •(• 
As Israel's crowned mourner felt 
The dull hard stone within him melt. 

The absolver saw the mighty grief, 

And hasten'd with relief; — 
** The Lord forgives ; thou shalt not die :" — 
*Twas gently spoke, yet heard on high, 
And all the band of angels, us'd to sing 
In heaven, accordant to his raptur'd string, 

* See Herbert's Poems, p. 160. 
t And all this leafless and uncolour'd scene 
Shall flush into variety again. Cowper. 



SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 155 

Who many a month hid turn'd away 
With veiled eyes, nor own'd his lay, 

Now spread their wings, and throng around 
To the glad mournful sound, 

And welcome, with bright open face, 

The broken heart to love's embrace. 
The rock is smitten, and to future years 
Springs ever fresh the tide of holy tears* 

And holy music, whispering peace 

Till time and sin together cease. 

There drink ; and when ye are at rest, 
With that free Spirit blest, f 

Who to the contrite can dispense 

The princely heart of innocence, 
If ever, floating from faint earthly lyre 
Was wafted to your soul one high desire, 

By all the trembling hope ye feel. 

Think on the minstrel as ye kneel : 

Think on the shame, that dreadful hour 

When tears shall have no power, 
Should his own lay tli' accuser prove, 
Cold while he kindled others' love : 
And let your prayer for charity arise, 
That his own heart may hear his melodies, 
And a true voice to him may cry, 
** Thy God forgives — thou shalt not die." 

* The fifty-first Psalm. 

t Psalm li. 12. " Uphold me with Thy free Spirit." The original 
word seems to mean "ingenuous, princelj noble." Read Bishop 
Home's Paraphrase on the verse. 



156 THE CHRISTIAN YEAP.. 

S^feittl^ Sunbag after S^rinilg. 

From whenco can a man satisfy tliese men with bread here in the vil» 
derness ? St. Mark viii. 4. 

Go not away, thou weary soul : 
Heaven has in store a precious dole 

Here on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, 
Where over rocks and sands arise 
Proud Sirion in the northern skies, 

And Tabor's lonely peak, 'twixt thee and noonday 
light. 

And far below, Gennesaret's main 
Spreads many a mile of liquid plain, 

(Though all seem gather'd in one eager bound,) 
Then narrowing cleaves yon palmy lea. 
Towards that deep sulphureous sea, 

Where five proud cities lie, by one dire sentence 
drown'd. 

Landscape of fear ! yet, weary heart, 

Thou need'st not in thy gloom depart, 
Nor fainting turn to seek thy distant home: 

Sweetly thy sickening throbs are ey'd 

By the kind Saviour at thy side ; 
For healing and for balm even now thine hour is 
come. 

No fiery wing is seen to glide. 
No cates ambrosial are supplied, 
But one poor fisher's rude and scanty store 
Is all He asks (and more than needs) 



SEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 157 

Who men and angels daily feeds, 
And stills the wailing sea-bird on the hungry shore. 

The feast is o'er, the guests are gone, 

And over all that upland lone 
The breeze of eve sweeps wildly as of old — 

But far unlike the former dreams, 

The heart's sweet moonlight softly gleams 
Upon life's varied view, so joyless erst and cold. 

As mountain travellers in the night, 

When heaven by fits is dark and bright, 
Pause listening on the silent heath, and hear 

Nor trampling hoof nor tinkling bell, 

Then bolder scale the rugged fell, 
Conscious the more of One, ne'er seen, yet ever near: 

So when the tones of rapture gay 

On the lorn ear, die quite away. 
The lonely world seems lifted nearer heaven ; 

Seen daily, yet unmark'd before, 

Earth's common paths are strewn all o'er 
With flowers of pensive hope, the wreath of man 
forgiven. 

The low sweet tones of Nature's lyre 

No more on listless ears expire. 
Nor vainly smiles along the shady way 

The primrose in her vernal nest, 

Nor unlamented sink to rest 
Sweet roses one by one, nor autumn leaves decay. 
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158 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

There's not a star the heaven can show, 

There's not a cottage hearth below, 
But feeds with solace kind the willing soul — 

Men love us, or they need our love ; 

Freely they own, or heedless prove 
The curse of lawless hearts, the joy of self-control. 

Then rouse thee from desponding sleep, 

Nor by the wayside lingering weep. 
Nor fear to seek Him farther in the wild, 

Whose love can turn earth's worst and ''^ast 

Into a conqueror's royal feast : 
Thou wilt not be untrue, thou shalt not be beguil'd. 



®igW^ Suitbag after S^rinitg. 

Ifc is the man of God, who was disobedient unto the word of the Lord, 

1 Kings xiii. 26. 

Prophet of God, arise and take 
With thee the words of wrath divine, 

The scourge of Heaven, to shake 

O'er yon apostate shrine. 

Where Angels down the lucid stair 
Came hovering to our sainted sires, 

Now, in the twilight, glare 

The heathen's wizard fires. 



EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 159 

Go, with thy voice the altar rend. 

Scatter the ashes, be the arm, 
That idols would befriend, 
Shrunk at thy withering charm. 

Then turn thee, for thy time is short, 
But trace not o'er the former way, 

Lest idol pleasures court 

Thy heedless soul astray. 

Thou know'st how hard to hurry by, 
Where on the lonely woodland road 

Beneath the moonlight sky 

The festal^warblings flow'd ; 

Where maidens to the Queen of Heaven 
Wove the gay dance round oak or palm, 

Or breath'd their vows at even 

In hymns as soft as balm. 

Or thee, perchance, a darker spell 
Enthralls; the smooth stones of the flood, '^ 

By mountain grot or fell. 

Pollute with infant's blood ; 

The giant altar on the rock. 
The cavern whence the timbrel's call 
Affrights the wandering flock ; — 
Thou long'st to search them all. 

* Among the smooth stonec of the stream is thy portion ; they, they 
are thy lot. Isaiah Ivii. 6. 



160 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Trust not the dangerous path again — 
forward step and lingering will ! 

lov'd and warn'd in vain ! 

And wilt thou perish still ? 

Thy message given, thine home in sight. 
To the forbidden feast return ? 
Yield to the false delight 
Thy better soul could spurn ? 

Alas, my brother ! round thy tomb 
In sorrow kneeling, and in fear, 
We read the Pastor's doom 
Who speaks and will not bear 

The grey-hair' d saint may fail at last. 
The surest guide a wanderer prove ; 
Death only binds us fast 
To the bright shore of love. 



IJintlj Sunbag nikx S^rimtg. 

And after the earthquake a fire ; but the Lord was not in the fire : and 
after the fire a still small voice. 1 Kings xix. 12. 

In troublous days of anguish and rebuke, 

While sadly round them Israel's children look, • 

And their eyes fail for waiting on their Lord : 
While underneath each awful arch of green, 
On every mountain top, God's chosen scene 

Of pure h ?art-worship, Baal is ador'd ; 



NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 161 

'Tis well, true hearts should for a time retire 
To holy ground, in quiet to aspire 

Towards promis'd regions of serener grace ; 
On Horeb, with Elijah, let us lie, 
Where all around on mountain, sand, and sky, 

God's chariot-wheels have left distinctest trace : 

There, if in jealousy and strong disdain 
We to the sinner's God of sin complain, 

Untimely seeking here the peace of Heaven — 
*' It is enough, Lord ! now let me die 
**Even as my fathers did : for what am I 

" That I should stand, where they have vainly 
** striven?" — 

Perhaps our God may of our conscience ask, 

*' What doest thou here, frail wanderer from thy task? 

*' Where hast thou left those few sheep in the 
"wild?">^ 
Then should we plead our heart's consuming pain 
At sight of ruin'd altars, prophets slain, 

And God's own ark with blood of souls defil'd ; 

He on the rock may bid us stand, and see 
The outskirts of His march of mystery. 

His endless warfare with man's wilful heart ; 
First, His great power He to the sinner shows, 
Lo ! at His angry blast the rocks unclose, 

And to their base the trembling mountains part : 

* 1 Samuel xvii. 28, 

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162 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Yet the Lord is not here : 'tis not by Power 
He will be known — but darker tempests lower ; 

Still, sullen heavings vex the labouring grcund: 
Perhaps His Presence thro' all depth and height, 
Best of all gems, that deck his crown of light, 

The haughty eye may dazzle and confound. 

God is not in the earthquake ; but behold 
From Sinai's caves are bursting, as of old, 

The flames of His consuming jealous ire. 
Woe to the sinner, should stern Justice prove 
His chosen attribute ; — but He in love 

Hastes to proclaim, "God is not in the fire." 

The storm is o'er — and hark ! a still small voice 
Steals on the ear, to say, Jehovah's choice 

Is ever with the soft, meek, tender soul : 
By soft, meek, tender ways he loves to draw 
The sinner, startled by His ways of awe : 

Here is our Lord, and not where thunders roll. 

Back then, com plainer; loathe thy life no more, 
Nor deem thyself upon a desert shore, 

Because the rocks the nearer prospect close. 
Yet in fallen Israel are there hearts and eyes 
That day by day in prayer like thine arise : 

Thou know'st them not, but their Creator knows. 

Go, to the world return, nor fear to cast 
Thy bread upon the waters, sure at last* 

* Ecclesiasteg xi. 1. 



TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 163 

In joy to find it after many days. 
The work be thine, the fruit thy children's part : 
Choose to believe, not see : sight tempts the heart 

From sober walking in true Gospel ways. 



®ent^ Sunbag uittx Krinitg. 

And when He was come near. He beheld the city, and wept over it. 

St. LuTie xix. 41. 

Why doth my Saviour weep 

At sight of Sion's bowers ? 
Shows it not fair from yonder steep, 

Her gorgeous crown of towers ? 
Mark well His holy pains : 

'Tis not in pride or scorn, 
That Israel's King with sorrow stains 

His own triumphal morn. 

It is not that His soul 

Is wandering sadly on, 
In thought how soon at death's dark goal 

Their course will all be run, 
Who now are shouting round 

Hosanna to their chief; 
No thought like this in Him is found, 

This were a Conqueror's grief.* 

* Compare Herod, vii. 46. 



164 THE CHRISTIAN lEAR. 

Or doth He feel the Cross 

Already in His heart, 
, The pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss ? 

Feel even His God depart ? 
No : though He knew full well 

The grief that then shall be — 
The grief that angels cannot tell — 

Our God in agony. 

It is not thus He mourns ; 

Such might be Martyr's tears, 
When his last lingering look he turns 

On human hopes and fears ; 
But hero ne'er or saint 

The secret load might know, 
With which His spirit waxeth faint ; 

His is a Saviour's woe. 

** If thou hadst known, even thou, 

" At least in this thy day, 
*< The message of thy peace ! but now 

" 'Tis pass'd for aye away : 
**Now foes shall trench thee round, 

** And lay thee even with earth, 
** And dash thy children to the ground, 

*«Thy glory and thy mirth." 

And doth the Saviour weep 

Over His people's sin. 
Because we will not let Him keep 

The souls He died to win ? 



ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 165 

Ye hearts, that love the Lord, 

If at this sight ye burn. 
See that in thought, in deed, in word, 

Ye hate what made Him mourn. 



©le&mt^ Sunbag afto S^rinitg. 

Is it a time to receive money, and t^. receive garments, and olive- 
yards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxeis, and men-servants, and maid 
servants ? 2 Kings v. 26. 

Is this a time to plant and build. 
Add house to house, and field to field, 
When round our walls the battle lowers. 
When mines are hid beneath our towers, 
And watchful foes are stealing round 
To search and spoil the holy ground ? 

Is this a time for moonlight dreams 
Of love and home by mazy streams. 
For Fancy with her shadowy toys. 
Aerial hopes and pensive joys, 
While souls are wandering far and wide, 
And curses swarm on every side ? 

No — rather steel thy melting heart 
To act the martyr's sternest part. 
To watch, with firm unshrinking eye, 
Thy darling visions as they die, 
Till all bright hopes, and huos of day, 
Have faded into twilight gray. 



166 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Yes — let them pass without a sigh, 

And if the world seem dull and dry, 

If long and sad thy lonely hours, 

And winds have rent thy sheltering bowers, 

Bethink thee what thou art and where, 

A sinner in a life of care. 

The fire of God is soon to fall 
(Thou know'st it) on this earthly ball; 
Full many a soul, the price of blood, 
Mark'd by th' Almighty's hand for good, 
To utter death that hour shall sweep — 
And will the Saints in Heaven dare weep ? 

Then in His wrath shall God uproot 
The trees He set, for lack of fruit. 
And drown in rude tempestuous blaze 
The towers His hand had deign'd to raise ; 
In silence, ere that storm begin, 
Count o'er His mercies and thy sin. 

Pray only that thine aching heart. 
From visions vain content to part. 
Strong for Love's sake its woe to hide 
May cheerful wait the cross beside, 
Too happy if, that dreadful day. 
Thy life be given thee for a prey."^ 

* The Lord saith thus : Behold, that which I have built will I break 
down, and that Mhich I have planted I will pluck up, even this whol* 
land. And seekest tliou great things for thyself? seek them not: for, 
behold, I will bring evil \ipon all flesh, saith the Lord : but thy life will 
I give unto thee for a prey in all places whither thou goest. Jeremiah 
xlv. 4, 5. 



TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 167 

Snatch'd sudden from th' avenging rod, 
Safe in the bosom of thy God, 
How wilt thou then look back, and smile 
On thoughts that bitterest seem'd erewhile, 
And bless the pangs that made thee see 
This was no world of rest for thee ! 



Sifelfl^ Sunbag after Crmitg. 

And looking up to Heaven, He sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, 
that is, Be opened. St. Marh vii. 34. 

The Son of God in doing good 

Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh : 

And shall the heirs of sinful blood 
Seek joy unmix'd in charity ? 

God will not let Love's work impart 

Full solace, lest it steal the heart ; 

Be thou content in tears to sow. 

Blessing, like Jesus, in thy woe : 

He look'd to Heaven, and sadly sigh'd — 
What saw my gracious Saviour there, 

With fear and anguish to divide 

The joy of Heaven-accepted prayer ? 

So o'er the bed where Lazarus slept 

He to His Father groaned and wept : 

What saw He mournful in that grave, 

Knowing himself so strong to save ? 



168 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

O'erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief 

Over His sinking spirit sweep ; — 
"What boots it gathering one lost leaf 
*'Out of yon sere and wither'd heap, 
** Where souls and bodies, hopes and joys, 
** All that earth owns or sin destroys, 
*' Under the spurning hoof are cast, 
*'0r tossing in th' autumnal blast?" 

The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice, 

The fetter'd tongue its chain may break; 
But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice, 
The laggard soul, that will not wake, 
The guilt that scorns to be forgiven ; — 
These baffle e'en the spells of Heaven; 
In thought of these, His brows benign 
Not even in healing cloudless shine. 

No eye but His might ever bear 

To gaze all down that drear abyss, 
Because none ever saw so clear 

The shore beyond of endless bliss : 
The giddy waves so restless hurl'd. 
The vex'd pulse of this feverish world, 
He views and counts with steady sight, 
Used to behold the Infinite. 

But that in such communion high 
He hath a fount of strength within, 

Sure His meek heart would break and die, 
O'erburthen'd by His brethren's sin ; 



TWELFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 169 

Weak eyes rn darkness dare not gaze, 
It dazzles like the noon-day blaze ; 
But He who sees God's face may brook 
On the true face of Sin to look. 

What then shall wretched sinners do, 

When in their last, their hopeless day, 
Sin, as it is, shall meet their view, 
God turn His face for aye away ? 
Lord, by Thy sad and earnest eye, 
When Thou didst look to Heaven and sigh ; 
Thy voice, that with a word could chase 
The dumb, deaf spirit from his place ; 

As Thou hast touch'd our ears, and taught 

Our tongues to speak Thy praises plain, 

Quell Thou each thankless godless thought 

That would make fast our bonds again. 
From worldly strife, from mirth unblest, 
Drowning Thy music in the breast, 
From foul reproach, from thrilling fears. 
Preserve, good Lord, Thy servants' ears. 

From idle words, that restless throng 

And haunt our hearts when we would pray, 

From Pride's false chime, and jarring wrong, 
Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way : 

For Thou hast sworn, that every ear, 

W^illing or loth. Thy trump shall hear, 

And every tongue unchained be 

To own no hope, no God, but Thee. 
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170 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



S^ljirtecutlj Simbag afto ®rinxtg. 

And He turned Him unto His disciples, and said privately, Blessed 
are the eyes which sev the things that ye see : for I tell you, that many 
prophets and kings have desired to see those things which ye see, and 
have not seen them ; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have 
not heard them. St. Luke x. 23, 24. 

On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance, 

Full forty nights and forty days 
The Prophet watch'd for one dear glance 

Of Thee and of Thy ways : 

Fasting he watch'd and all alone, 
AYrapt in a still, dark, solid cloud, 

The curtain of the Holy One 

Drawn round him like a shroud : ^ 

So, separate from the world, his breast 
Might duly take and strongly keep 

The print of Heaven, to be express'd 
Ere long on Sion's steep.* 

There one by one his spirit saw 

Of things divine the shadows bright, 

The pageant of God's perfect law ; 
Yet felt not full delight. 

Through gold and gems, a dazzling maze, 
From veil to veil the vision led, 

* See that thou make all things according to the pattern shewed to 
thee in the mount. Hebrews viii. 5. 



THIRTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 171 

And ended, where unearthly rays 
From o'er the ark were shed. 

Yet not that gorgeous place, nor aught 

Of human or angelic frame, 
Could half appease his craving thought ; 

The void was still the same. 

** Show me Thy glory, gracious Lord ! 

" 'Tis Thee," he cries, *'not Thine, I seek."*— . 
Nay, start not at so bold a word 

From man, frail worm and weak : 

The spark of his first deathless fire 

Yet buoys him up, and high above 
The holiest creature, dares aspire 

To the Creator's love. 

The eye in smiles may wander round, 
Caught by earth's shadows as they fleet ; 

But for the soul no help is found, 
Save Him who made it, meet. 

Spite of yourselves, ye witness this,f 

Who blindly self or sense adore ; 
Else wherefore leaving your own bliss 

Still restless ask ye more ? 

This witness bore the saints of old 
When highest rapt and favour'd most, 

Still seeking precious things untold. 
Not in fruition lost. 

* Exodus xxxiii. 18. f Pensees de Pascal, part 1, art. vilL 



172 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Oanaan was theirs, and in it all 

The proudest hope of kings dare claim ; 

Sion was theirs ; and at their call 
Fire from Jehovah came. 

Yet monarchs walk'd as pilgrims still 

In their own land, earth's pride and grace; 

And seers would mourn on Sion's hill 
Their Lord's averted face. 

Vainly they tried the deeps to sound 
Even of their own prophetic thought, 

When of Christ crucified and crown'd 
His Spirit in them taught : 

But He their aching gaze repress'd, 
Which sought behind the veil to see, 

For not without us fully bless'd* 
Or perfect might they be. 

The rays of the Almighty's face 
No sinner's eye might then receive ; 

Only the meekest man found gracef 
To see His skirts and live. 

But we as in a glass espy 

The glory of His countenance, 
Not in a whirlwind hurrying by 

The tco presumptuous glance, 

* That they without us should nc*. bs made perfect. Hcbr&voB xi. 
t Exodus xxxiii. 20-23. 



FOURTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 173 

But with mild radiance every hour, 
From our dear Saviour's face benign 

Bent on us with transforming power, 
Till we, too, faintly shine. 

Sprinkled with His atoning blood 

Safely before our God we stand, 
As on the rock the Prophet stood. 

Beneath His shadowing hand. — 

Biess'd eyes, which see the things we see ! 

And yet this tree of life hath prov'd 
To many a soul a poison tree. 

Beheld, and not belov'd. 

So like an angel's is our bliss 

(Oh ! thought to comfort and appal) 

It needs must bring, if us'd amiss, 
An angel's hopeless fall. 



J orrrteent^ Sxmbag after Srmitg. 

And Jesus answering said, Wei*e there not ten cleansed ? but v^ero 
are the nine ? There are not found that returned to give glory to "''od, 
give this stranger. St. Luke xvii. 17, 18. 

Ten cleans'd, and only one remain ! 
Whc would have thought our nature's stain 
Was dyed so foul, so deep in grain ? 
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174 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Even He who reads the heart, — 
Knows what He gave and what we lost, 
Sin's forfeit, and redemption's cost, — 
By a short pang of wonder cross'd 

Seems at the sight to start : 

Yet 'twas not wonder, but His iove 
Our wavering spirits would reprove, 
That heaven-ward seem so free to move 

When earth can yield no more : 
Then from afar on God we cry ; 
But should the mist of woe roll by, 
Not showers across an April sky 

Drift, when the storm is o'er, 

Faster than those false drops and few 
Fleet from the heart, a worthless dew. 
What sadder scene can angels view 

Than self-deceiving tears, 
Pour'd idly over some dark page 
Of earlier life, though pride or rage 
The record of to-day engage, 

A woe for future years ? 

Spirits, that round the sick man's bed 
Watch'd, noting down each prayer he made, 
Were your unerring roll displayed. 

His pride of health to' abase ; 
Or, when soft showers in season fall 
Answering a famish'd nation's call. 
Should unseen fingers on the wall 

Our vows forgotten trace ; 



FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TEINITY. 175 

How should we gazp in trance of fea»r I 
Yet shines the light as thrilling clear 
From Heaven upon that scroll severe, 

" Ten cleans'd and one remain !" 
N3r surer would the blessing prove 
Of humbled hearts, that own Thy love, 
Should choral welcome from above 

Visit our senses plain : 

Than by Thy placid voice and brow, 
With healing first, with comfort now, 
Turn'd upon him, who hastes to bow 

Before Thee, heart and knee ; 
** Oh ! thou, who only would'st be blest, 
*' On thee alone My blessing rest ! 
** Rise, go thy way in peace, possess'd 

*' For evermore of Me." 



(^ifteeitt^ ^unirag after S^rimtg. 

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. 

St. Matthew vl 2& 

Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, 
Bath'd in soft airs, and fed with dew, 

What more than magic in you lies. 
To fill the heart's fond view ? 

In childhood's sports, companions gay, 

In sorrow, on Life's downward way, 

How soothing! in our last decay 
Memorials prompt and true. 



iT6 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Relics ye are of Eden's bowers, 
As pure, as fragrant, and as fair, 

As when ye crown'd the sunshine hours 
Of happy wanderers there. 

Fall'n all beside — the world of life, 

How is it stain'd with fear and strife ! 

In Reason's world what storms are rife, 
What passions range and glare ! 

But cheerful and unchang'd the while 
Your first and perfect form ye show, 

The same that won Eve's matron smile 
In the World's opening glow. 

The stars of heaven a course are taught 

Too high above our human thought ; 

Ye may be found if ye are sought. 
And as we gaze, we know. 

Ye dwell beside our paths and homes. 

Our paths of sin, our homes of sorrow, 
And guilty man, where'er he roams, 
Your innocent mirth may borrow 
The birds of air before us fleet. 
They cannot brook our shame to meet — 
But we may taste your solace sweet 
And come again to-morrow. 

Ye fearless in your nests abide — 
Nor may we scorn, too proudly wise, 

Your silent lessons, undescried 
By all but lowly eyes : 



SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 177 

For ye could draw th' admiring gaze 
Of Him who worlds and hearts surveys : 
Your order wild, your fragrant maze, 
He taught us how to prize 

Ye felt your Maker's smile that hour, 
As when he paus'd and own'd you goQi ; 

His blessing on earth's primal bower, 
Ye felt it all renew'd. 

What care ye now, if winter's storm 

Sweep ruthless o'er each silken form ? 

Christ's blessing at your heart is warm, 
Ye fear no vexing mood. 

Alas ! of thousand bosoms kind. 

That daily court you and caress. 
How few the happy secret find 

Of your calm loveliness ! 
*' Live for to-day ! to-morrow's light 
"To-morrow's cares shall bring to sight, 
" Go sleep like closing flowers at night,^ 

'* And Heaven thy morn will \)less." 



^trfeenllj Sunbag nitzx f rinitg. 

I desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, -which is youi 
glory. Ephesians iii. 13. 

Wish not, dear friends, my pain away — 
Wish me a wise and thankful heart, 



178 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

With God, in all my griefs, to stay, 
Nor from His lov'd correction start. 

The dearest offering He can crave 
His portion in our souls to prove, 

What is it to the gift He gave. 
The only Son of His dear love ? 

But we, like vex'd unquiet sprights, 
Will still be hovering o'er the tomb, 

Where buried lie our vain delights, 
Nor sweetly take a sinner's doom. 

In Life's long sickness evermore 

Our thoughts are tossing to and fro : 

We change our posture o'er and o'er, 
But cannot rest, nor cheat our woe. 

Were it not better to lie still, 

Let Him strike home and bless the rod, 
Never so safe as when our will 

Yields undiscern'd by all but God ? 

Thy precious things, whate'er they be, 
That haunt and vex thee, heart and brain, 

Look to the Cross, and thou shalt see 
How thou mayst turn them all to gain. 

Lovest thou praise ? the Cross is shame ; 

Or ease? the Cross is bitter grief: 
More pangs than tongue or heart can frame 

Were suffer' d there without relief. 



SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 179 

We of that Altar would partake, 
But cannot quit the cost — no throne 

Is ours, to leave for Thy dear sake — 
We cannot do as thou hast done. 

We cannot part with Heaven for Thee — 
Yet guide us in Thy track of love : 

Let us gaze on where light should be. 
Though not a beam the clouds remove. 

So wanderers ever fond and true 

Look homeward through the evening sky, 

Without a streak of heaven's soft blue 
To aid Affection's dreaming eye. 

The wanderer seeks his native bower, 
And we will look and long for Thee, 

And thank Thee for each trying hour. 
Wishing, not struggling, to be free. 



Sjcktttontlj Sttitbag after Crinitg. 

Every man of the house of Israel that setteth up his idols in hii 
heart, and putteth the stumbling-block of his iniquity before his face, 
and Cometh to the Prophet ; I the Lord will answer him that Cometh 
according to the multitude of his idols. Ezekiel xiv. 4. 

Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers 
Which day and night before thine altars rise ; 

Not statelier, towering o'er her marble stairs, 
Flash'd Sion's gilded dome to summer skies, 



180 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Not holier, wMle around him angels bow'd, 
From Aaron's censer steam'd the spicy cloud, 

Before the mercy-seat. Mother dear, 
Wilt thou f Drgive thy son one boding sigh ? 

Forgive, if round thy towers he walk in fear, 
x\nd tell thy jewels o'er with jealous eye ? 

Mindful of that sad vision, which in thought* 

From Chebar's plains the captive prophet brought 

To see lost Sign's shame. 'Twas morning prime, 
And like a Queen new seated on her throne, 

God's crowned mountain, as in happier time, 
Seem'd to rejoice in sunshine all her own: 

So bright, while all in shade around her lay, 

Her northern pinnacles had caught th' emerging ray. 

The dazzling lines of her majestic roof 

Cross'd witn as free a span the vault of heaven. 

As when twelve tribes knelt silently aloof 

Ere God His answer to their king had given, f 

Ere yet upon the new-built altar fell 

The glory of the Lord, the Lord of Israel. 

All seems the same : but enter in and see 
What idol siapes are on the wall portray'd :;]; 

And watch their shameless and unholy glee. 
Who worship there in Aaron's robes array 'd : 

Hear Judah's maids the dirge to Thammuz pour,§ 

And mark hei chiefs yon orient sun adore. |) 

* Ezekiel viii. :\. f 1 Kings viii. 5. X Ezekiel viii. 10. 

2 Erekiel viii. 14, 1| Ezekiel viii. 16. 



SEVENTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TKINITT. 181 

Yet turn thee, son of man— for worse ^lian these 
Thou must behold : thy loathing were but lost 

On dead men's crimes, and Jews' idolatries — 
Come, learn to tell aright thine own sins' cost, — 

And sure their sin as far from equals thine. 

As earthly hopes abus'd are less than :iopes divine. 

What if within His world. His Church, our Lord 
Have enter'd thee, as in some temple gate. 

Where, looking round, each glance might thee afford 
Some glorious earnest of thine high estate. 

And thou, false heart and frail, hast turn'd from all 

To worship pleasure's shadow on the wall ? 

If, when the Lord of Glory was in sight. 

Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear, 

To bow before the " little drop of light," 

Which dim-eyed men call praise ana glory here ; 

What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn 

Him at whose only word both sun aid stars were 
born ? 

If, while around thee gales from Eden breathe, 
Thou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan 

Over some broken reed of earth beneath, 
Some darling of blind fancy dead and gone, 

As wisely mightst thou in Jehovah's fane 

Offer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain. 

Turn thee from these, or dare not to inquire 
Of Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath 
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182 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

He hear and answer thine unblest desire : 

Far better we should cross His lightning's path 
Than be according to our idols heard, 
And God should take us at our own vain word. 

Thou who hast deign'd the Christian's heart to call 
Thy Church and Shrine ; whene'er our rebel will 

Would in that chosen home of Thine instal 

Belial or Mammon, grant us not the ill 
. We blindly ask ; in very love refuse 

Whate'er Thou know'st our weakness would abuse. 

Or rather help us, Lord, to choose the good, 
To pray for nought, to seek to none, but Thee, 

Nor by " our daily bread" mean common food, 
Nor say, *' From this world's evil set us free ;" 

Teach us to love, with Christ, our sole true bliss, 

Else, though in Christ's own words, we surely pray 
amiss. 



€igl^tetntl^ Swnbag nitzx Crhtiig. 

1 will %nng you into the wilderness of the people, and there will I 
j)lead with you face to face. Like as I pleaded with your fathers in the 
wilderness of the land of Egypt, so will I plead with you, saith the 
Lord God. Ezekiel xx- 35, 36. 

It is so — ope thine eyes, and see — 
What view'st thou all around ? 

A desert, where iniquity 

And knowledge both abound. 



EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 183 

In the waste howling wilderness 

The Church is wandering still,* 

Because we would not onward press 
When close to Sion's hill. 

Back to the world we faithless turn'd, 

And far along the wild, 
With labour lost and sorrow earn'd, 

Our steps have been beguil'd. 

Yet full before us, all the while, 

The shadowing pillar stays, 
The living waters brightly smile, 

Th' eternal turrets blaze. 

Yet Heaven is raining angels' bread 

To be our daily food, 
And fresh, as when it first was shed. 

Springs forth the Saviour's blood. 

From every region, race, and speech, 

Believing myriads throng. 
Till, far as sin and sorrow reach, 

Thy grace is spread along ; 

Till sweetest nature, brightest art. 

Their votive incense bring, 
And every voice and every heart 

Own Thee their God and King. 

All own ; but few, alas ! will love , 
Too like the recreant band 

* Kevelatioas xii. 14. 



184 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

That with Thy patient Spirit strove 
Upon the Red-sea strand. 

Father of long-suffering grace, 
Thou who hast sworn to stay 

Pleading with sinners face to face 
Through all their devious way ; 

How shall we speak to Thee, Lord, 

Or how in silence lie ? 
Look on us, and we are abhorr'd, 

Turn from us, and we die. 

Thy guardian fire, Thy guiding cloudy 

Still let them gild our wall. 
Nor be our foes and Thine allow'd 

To see us faint and fall. 

Too oft, within this camp of Thine, 

Kebellious murmurs rise ; 
Sin cannot bear to see Thee shine 

So awful to her eyes. 

Fain would our lawless hearts escape, 

And with the heathen be, 
To worship every monstrous shape 

In fancied darkness free. 

Vain thought, that shall not be at all !* 
Refuse we or obey, 

* That which cometh into your mind shall not be at all, that ye say. 
We will be as the heatl'.cn, as the families of the countries, to 8erY« 
wood and stone. Ezekie, xx. 32. 



EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 185 

Our ears have heard th' Almighty's call, 
We cannot be as they. 

We cannot hope the heathen's doom 

To whom God's Son is given, 
Whose eyes have seen beyond the tomb, 

Who have the key of Heaven. 

Weak tremblers on the edge of woe, 

Yet shrinking from true bliss, 
Our rest must be *'no rest below,'* 

And let our prayer be this : 

*' Lord, wave again Thy chastening rod, 

" Till every idol throne 
*' Crumble to dust, and Thou, God, 

*' Reign in our hearts alone. 

** Bring all our wandering fancies home, 

^' For Thou hast every spell, 
'* And 'mid the heathen where they roam, 

*' Thou knowest. Lord, too well. 

** Thou know'st our service sad and hard. 

** Thou know'st us fond and frail ; — 
'*Win us to be belov'd and spar'd 

**When all the world shall fail. 

*' So Tshen at last our weary days 

"Are well-nigh wasted here, 
"And we can trace Thy wondrous ways 

** In distance calm and clear, 
16* 



186 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

" When in Thy love and Israel's sin 

'' We read our story true, 
"W^e may not, all too late, begin 

*' To wish our hopes were new: 

*'Long lov'd, long tried, long spar'd as they, 

*' Unlike in this alone, 
** That, by Thy grace, our hearts shall stay 

'Tor evermore Thine own." 



^indnttt^ Swnbag after S^rimtg. 

Then Nebuchadnezzar the King was astonied, and rose up in haste, 
and spake, and said unto his counsellors, Did not we cast three men 
bound into the midst of the fire ? They answered and said unto the 
king. True, O king. He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, 
walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt ; and the form 
of the fourth is like the Son of God. Daniel iii. 24, 25. 

When Persecution's torrent blaze 

Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head ; 

When fade all earthly flowers and bays. 
When summer friends are gone and fled, 

Is he alone in that dark hour 

Who owns the Lord of love and power ? 

Or waves there not around his brow 

A wand no human arm may wield, 
Fraught with a spell no angels know, 

His steps to guide, his soul to shield ? 
Thou, Saviour, art his Charmed Bower, 
His Magic King, his Rock, his Tower. 



NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 187 

And when the wicked ones behold 
Thy favourites walking in Thy light, 

Just as, in fancied triumph bold, 

They deem'd them lost in deadly night, 

Amaz'd they cry, *' What spell is this, 

** Which turns their sufferings all to bliss ? 

" How are they free whom we had bound, 
"Upright, whom in the gulf we cast? 

*MVhat wondrous helper have they found 
"To screen them from the scorching blast? 

** Three were they — who hath made them four ? 

"And sure a form divine He wore, 

"Even like the Son of God." So cried 
The Tyrant, when in one fierce flame 

The Martyrs liv'd, the murderers died : 
Yet knew he not what angel came 

To make the rushing fire-flood seem 

Like summer breeze by woodland stream.* 

He knew not, but there are who know : 

The Matron, who alone hath stood, 
When not a prop seem'd left below. 

The first lorn hour of widowhood. 
Yet cheer'd and cheering all, the while, 
With sad but unaffected smile ; — 

The Father, who his vigil keeps 

By the sad couch whence hope hath flown, 

* As it had l^en a moist whistling wind. Song of the Three Clnldren^ 
▼er. 27. 



188 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

"Watching the eye where reason sleeps, 

Yet in his heart can mercy own, 
Still sweetly yielding to the rod, 
Still loving man, still thanking God ; — 

The Christian Pastor, bow'd to earth 
With thankless toil, and vile esteem'd. 

Still travailing in second birth 

Of souls that will not be redeem'd, 

Yet stedfast set to do his part. 

And fearing most his own vain heart ; — 

These know : on these look long and well, 
Cleansing thy sight by prayer and faith, 

And thou shalt know what secret spell 
Preserves them in their living death : 

Through sevenfold flames thine eye shall see 

The Saviour Avalking with his faithful Three. 



Sfanrtiet^ Sunbag niUx Krinilg. 

Hear ye, O mountains, the Lord's controversy, and ye strong founda* 
tions of the earth. Micah vi. 2. 

Where is Thy favour' d haunt, eternal Voice, 

The region of Thy choice, 
Where, undisturb'd by sin and earth, the soul 

Owns Thy entire control ? — 
'Tis on the mountain's summit dark and high, 

When storms are hurrying by : 



TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 189 

*Tis mid the strong foundations of the earth, 
Where torrents have their birth. 

No sounds of worldly toil ascending there, 

Mar the full burst of prayer ; 
Lone Nature feels that she may freely breathe, 

And round us and beneath 
Are heard her sacred tones : the fitful sweep 

Of winds across the steep, 
Through wither'd bents — romantic note and clear, 

Meet for a hermit's ear, — 

The wheeling kite's wild solitary cry, 

And, scarcely heard so high, 
The dashing waters when the air is still 

From many a torrent rill 
That winds unseen beneath the shaggy fell, 

Track'd by the blue mist well : 
Such sounds as make deep silence in the heart 

For Thought to do her part. 

'Tis then we hear the voice of God within. 

Pleading with care and sin : 
" Child of my love ! how have I wearied thee ? 

" Why wilt thou err from Me ? 
** Have I not brought thee from the house of slaves, 

*' Parted the drowning waves, 
** And set my saints before thee in the way, 

*' Lest thou shouldst fVint or stray ? 

" What ? was the promise made to thee alone ? 
*' Art thou th' excepted one ? 



190 THE CHRISTIAN TEAK. 

'* Ad heir of glory without grief or pain? 

'' vision false and vain ! 
" There lies thy cross ; beneath it meekly bow - 

" It fits thy stature now : 
*^ Who scornful pass it with averted eye, 

" 'Twill crush them by and by. 

*^ Raise thy repining eyes, and take true measure 

*' Of thine eternal treasure ; 
*' The Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought, 

*' The world for thee was bought, 
** And as this landscape broad — earth, sea, and sky,— 

** All centres in thine rye, 
"So all God does, if rightly understood, 

*' Shall work thy final good." 

\ 



ffonrfg-first Sunbag after S^rinhg. 

ihe vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, 
and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely coma, 
it "Will not tarry. Hahaldcuk ii. 3. 

The morning mist is clear'd away. 

Yet still the face of Heaven is grey. 
Nor yet th' autumnal breeze has stirr'd the grove, 

Faded yet full, a paler green 

Skirts soberly the tranquil scene. 
The red-breast warbles round this leafy cove. 

Sweet messenger of "calm decay,'* 
Saluting sorrow as you may, 



TWENTY-FIRST SUNT ^Y Al'TER TRINITY. 191 

As one still bent to find or make the best, 

In thee, and in this quiet mead, 

The lesson of sweet peace I read. 
Rather in all to be resign'd than blest. 

*Tis a low chant, according well 

With the soft solitary knell, 
As homeward from some grave belov'd we turn. 

Or by some holy death-bed dear, 

Most welcome to the chasten'd ear 
Of her whom Heaven is teaching how to mourn. 

cheerful tender strain ! the heart 

That duly bears witli you its part, 
Singing so thankful to the dreary blast, 

Though gone and spent its joyous prime, 

And on the world's autumnal time, 
'Mid wither'd hues and sere, its lot be cast : 

That is the heart for thoughtful seer, 

Watching, in trance nor dark nor clear,* 
Th' appalling Future as it nearer draws : 

His spirit calm'd the storm to meet. 

Feeling the rock beneath his feet, 
And tracing through the cloud th' eternal Cause. 

That is the heart for watchman true 
Waiting to see what God will do. 
As o'er the Church the gathering twilight falls: 

*It shall come to pass in that day, that the light shall not be clear 
nor dark. Zechariah xiv. 6. 



192 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

No more he strains his wistful eye, 
If chance the golden hours be nigh, 
By youthful Hope seen beaming round her walls. 

Forc'd from his shadowy paradise, 

His thoughts to Heaven the steadier rise : 
There seek his answer when the world reproves : 

Contented in his darkling round. 

If only he be faithful found. 
When from the east th' eternal morning moves. 

Note: The expression, "calm decay,'" is borrowed from a friend : 6^ 
whose kind permission the following stanzas are here inserted. 

TO THE RED-BREAST. 

Unheard in summer's flaring ray. 
Pour forth thj-- notes, sweet singer, 

Wooing the stillness of the autumn day: 
Bid it a moment linger, 
Nor fly 

Too soon from winter's scowling eye. 

The blackbird's song at eventide. 

And hers, who gay ascends. 
Filling the heavens far and wide, 

Are sweet. But none so blends. 
As thine, 
With calm decay, and peace diyin* 



TWENT"2-SEC0ND SUNDAY \FTER TRINITY. 193 



Cfentg'Setonb Sunbag after Krinitg. 

Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him ? 

St. Matthew xviii. 21. 

What liberty so glad and gay, 

As where the mountain boy, 
Reckless of regions far away, 

A prisoner lives in joy ? 

The dreary sounds of crowded earth, 

The cries of camp or town, 
Never untun'd his lonely mirth, 

Nor drew his visions down. 

The snow-clad peaks of rosy light 

That meet his morning view, 
The thwarting cliffs that bound his sight, 

They bound his fancy too. 

Two ways alone his roving eye 

For aye may onward go. 
Or in the azure deep on high, 
Or darksome mere below. 

blest restraint ! more blessed range ! 

Too soon the happy child 
His nook of homely thought will change 

For life's seducing wild: 

Toe soon his alter' d day-dreams show 
This earth a boundless space, 
17 



194 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

With sun-bright pleasures to and fro 
Sporting in joyous race : 

While of his narrowing heart each year. 
Heaven less and less will fill. 

Less keenly, through his grosser ear, 
The tones of mercy thrill. 

It must be so : else wherefore falls 
The Saviour's voice unheard, 

While from His pardoning Cross He calls, 
*' spare as I have spar'd .V" 

By our own niggard rule we try 
The hope to suppliants given ; 

We mete out love, as if our eye 
Saw to the end of Heaven. 

Yes, ransom' d sinner ! wouldst thou know 

How often to forgive, 
How dearly to embrace thy foe. 

Look where thou hop'st to live : 

When thou hast told those isles of light, 

And fancied all beyond, 
Whatever owns, in depth or height, 

Creation's wondrous bond ; 

Then in their solemn pageant learn 
Sweet mercy's praise to see : 

Their Lord resign'd them all, to earn 
The bliss of pardoning thee. 



TWENTY-THIKD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 195 



Slfo^nlg-lbtrb Sunbag after Sbrinitg* 

Who shall change cur vile body, that it may he fashioned like unto 
His glorious body, according to the working whereby He is able even 
to subdue all things unto Himself. Philippians iii. 21. 

Ked o'er the forest peers the setting sun, 
The line of yellow light dies fast away 

That crown'd the eastern copse : and chill and dun 
Falls on the moor the brief November day. 

Now the tir'd hunter winds a parting note, 
And Echo bids good-night from every glade ; 

Yet wait awhile, and see the calm leaves float 
Each to his rest beneath their parent shade. 

How like decaying life they seem to glide ! 

And yet no second spring have they in store, 
But where they fall, forgotten to abide 

Is all their portion, and they ask no more. 

Soon o'er their heads blithe April airs shall sing, 
A thousand wild-flowers round them shall unfold, 

The green buds glisten in the dews of Spring, 
And all be vernal rapture as of old. 

Unconscious they in waste oblivion lie. 

In all the world of busy life around 
No thought of them ; in all the bounteous sky 

No drop, for them, of kindly influence found. 

Man's portion is to die and rise again — 

Yet he complains, while these unmurmuring part 



196 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

With their sweet lives, as pure from sin and stain. 
As his when Eden held his virgin heart. 

And haply half unblam'd his murmuring voice 
Might sound in Heaven, were all his second life 

Only the first renew'd — the heathen's choice, 
A round of listless joy and weary strife. 

For dreary were this earth, if earth were all, 
Tho' brighten'd oft by dear Affection's kiss ; — 

Who for the spangles wears the funeral pall ? 
But catch a gleam beyond it, and 'tis bliss. 

Heavy and dull this frame of limbs and heart, 
Whether slow creeping on cold earth, or borne 

On lofty steed, or loftier prow, we dart 

O'er wave or field : yet breezes laugh to scorn 

Our puny speed, and birds, and clouds in heaven, 
And fish, like living shafts that pierce the main, 

And stars that shoot through freezing air at even — 
Wlio but would follow, might he break his chain t 

And thou shalt break it soon ; the grovelling worm 
Shall find his wings, and soar as fast and free 

As his transfigur'd Lord with lightning form 
And snowy vest — such grace he won for thee, 

AVhen from the grave He sprung at dawn of morn, 
And led through boundless air thy conquering road, 

Leaving a glorious track, where saints, new-born, 
Might fearless follow to their blest abode. 



TWENTT-FOITRTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 197 

But first, by many a stern and fiery blast 

The world's rude furnace must thy blood refine, 

And many a gale of keenest woe be pass'd, 
Till every pulse beat true to airs divine, 

Till every limb obey the mounting soul, 
The mounting soul, the call by Jesus given. 

He who the stormy heart can so control, 
The laggard body soon will waft to Heaven. 



®faentg-fottrl^ Sunbag nikx Slnnitg. 

The heart knoweth his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not inter- 
meddle with his joy. Proverbs xiv. 10. 

Why should we faint and fear to live alone, 
Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die,-^ 

Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own. 
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh ? 

Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe 
Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart, 

Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow — 

Hues of their own, fresh borrow'd from the heart 

And well it is for us our God should feel 
Alone our secret throbbings : so our prayer 

May readier spring to Heaven, nor spend its zeal 
On cloud-born idols of this lower air. 

* Je mourrai seul. Pascal. 

17* 



198 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

For if one heart in perfect sympathy 

Beat with another, answering love for love, 

Weak mortals, all entranc'd, on earth would lie, 
Nor listen for those purer strains above. 

Or what if Heaven for once its searching light 
Lent to some partial eye, disclosing all 

The rude bad thoughts, that in our bosom's night 
Wander at large, nor heed Love's gentle thrall ? 

Who would not shun the dreary uncouth place ? 

As if, fond leaning where her infant slept, 
A mother's arm a serpent should embrace : 

So might we friendless live, and die unwept. 

Then keep the softening veil in mercy drawn. 
Thou who canst love us, tho' Thou read us true : 

As on the bosom of th' aerial lawn 

Melts in dim haze each coarse ungentle hue. 

So too may soothing Hope Thy leave enjoy 
Sweet visions of long-sever'd hearts to frame : 

Though absence may impair, or cares annoy, 
Some constant mind may draw us still the same. 

We in dark dreams are tossing to and fro. 
Pine with regret, or sicken with despair, 

The while she bathes us in her own chaste glow, 
And with our memory wings her own fond prayer. 

bliss of child-like innocence, and love 
Tried to old age ! creative power to win, 



TWENTY-FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 199 

And raise new worlds, where happy fancies rove, 
Forgetting quite this grosser world of sin. 

Bright are their dreams, because their thoughts are 
clear, 
Their memory cheering : but the eaHh-stained 
spright, 
Whose wakeful musings are of guilt and fear. 
Must hover nearer earth, and less in light. 

Farewell, for her, th' ideal scenes so fair — 
Yet not farewell her hope, since Thou hast deign'd, 

Creator of all hearts ! to own and share 

The woe of what Thou mad'st, and we have stain'd. 

Thou know'st our bitterness — our joys are Thine"^ — 
No stranger Thou to all our wanderings wild ; 

Nor could we bear to think, how every line 
Of us, Thy darken'd likeness and defil'd. 

Stands in full sunshine of Thy piercing eye. 
But that Thou call'st us Brethren : sweet repose 

Is in that word — the Lord who dwells on high 
Knows all, yet loves us better than He knows. 

• Thou hast known mj soul in adversities. Paalm xxxi, 7, 



200 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 



Stfrreittg-fiftlj Sunbag nittx Sriuitg. 

Th« boary head is a crown of glorj, if it be found in the way of tight< 
eousness. Proverbs xvi. 31. 

The briglit-hair'd morn is glowing 

O'er emerald meadows gay, 
With many a clear gem strowing 

The early shepherd's way. 
Ye gentle elves, by Fancy seen 

Stealing away with night 
To slumber in your leafy screen, 

Tread more than airy light. 

And see what joyous greeting 

The sun through heaven has shed, 
Though fast yon shower be fleeting, 

His beams have faster sped. 
For lo ! above the western haze 

High towers the rainbow arch 
In solid span of purest rays : 

How stately is its march ! 

Pride of the dewy morning ! 

The swain's experienc'd eye 
From thee takes timely warning, 

Nor trusts the gorgeous sky. 
For well he knows, such dawnings gay 

Bring noons of storm and shower, 
And travellers linger on the way 

Beside the sheltering bower. 



TWENTY-FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 201 

Even so, in hope and trembling 

Should watchful shepherd view 
His little lambs assembling, 

With glance both kind and true ; 
'Tis not the eye of keenest blaze, 

Nor the quick-swelling breast, 
That soonest thrills at touch of praise — 

These do not please him best. 

But voices low and gentle, 

And timid glances shy, 
That seem for aid parental 

To sue all wistfully. 
Still pressing, longing to be right, 

Yet fearing to be wrong, — 
In these the Pastor dares delight, 

A lamb -like, Christ-like throng. 

These in Life's distant even 

Shall shine serenely bright, 
As in th' autumnal heaven 

Mild rainbow tints at night, 
When the last shower is stealing dowa 

And ere they sink to rest. 
The sun-beams weave a parting crown 

For some sweet woodland nest. 

The promise of the morrow 

Is glorious on that eve, 
Dear as the holy sorrow 

When good men cease to live 



202 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

When brightening ere it die away 
Mounts up their altar flame, 

Still tending with intenser ray- 
To Heaven whence first it came. 

Say not it dies, that glory, 

'Tis caught unquench'd on high, 
Those saintlike brows so hoary 

Shall wear it in the sky. 
No smile is like the smile of death, 

When all good musings past 
Rise wafted with the parting breath, 

The sweetest thought the last. 



Gather up the fragmeuts that reifiain, that nothing be lost. 

St. John vi. 12. 

Will God indeed with fragments bear, 
Snatch'd late from the decaying year ? 
Or can the Saviour's blood endear 
The dregs of a polluted life ? 
AVhen down th' o'erwhelming current tost 
Just ere he sink for ever lost. 
The sailor's untried arms are cross'd 
[n agonizing prayer, will Ocean cease her strife ^ 

Sighs that exhaust but not relieve, 
Heart-rending sighs, spare to heave 



SUMDAY NEXT BEFOEE ADVENT. 203 

A bosom freshly tauglit to grieve 

For lavish'd hours and love misspent ! 
Now through her round of holy thought 
The Church our annual steps has brought, 
But we no holy fire have caught — 
Back on the gaudy world our wilful eyes were bent. 

Too soon th' ennobling carols, pour'd 
To hymn the birth-night of the Lord, 
Which duteous Memory should have stor'd 

For thankful echoing all the year — 
Too soon those airs have pass'd away ; 
Nor long within the heart would stay 
The silence of Christ's dying day, 
Profan'd by worldly liiirth, or scar'd by worldly fear. 

Some strain of hope and victory 
On Easter wings might lift us high ; 
A little while we sought the sky : 

And when the Spirit's beacon fires 
On every hill began to blaze, 
Lightening the world with glad amaze, 
Who but must kindle while they gaze? 
But faster than she soars, our earth-bound Fancy 
tires. 

Nor yet for these, nor all the rites. 
By which our Mother's voice invites 
Our God to bless our home delights. 
And sweeten every secret tear: — 



204 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

The funeral dirge, the marriage votv, 
The hallovr'd font where parents bow 
And now elate and trembling now 
To the Redeemer's feet their new-found treasiu-es 
bear : — 

Not for the Pastor's gracious arm 
Stretch'd )ut to bless — a Clmstian charm 
To dull the shafts of worldly harm : — 
Nor, sweetest, holiest, best of all, 
For the dear feast of Jesus dying, 
Upon that altar ever lying, 
Where souls with sacred hunger sighing 
Are call'd to sit and eat, while angels prostrate 
fall :— 

No, not for all and each of these, 
Have our frail spirits found their ease. 
The gale that stirs th' autumnal trees 

Seems tun'd as truly to our hearts 
As when, twelve weary months ago, 
'Twas moaning bleak, so high and low, 
You would have thought Remorse and Woe 
Had taught the innocent air their sadly thrilling 
paits. 

Is it, Christ's light is too divine, 
We dare not hope like Him to shine ? 
But see, around His dazzling shrine 

Earth's gems the fire of Heaven have caught; 



ST. Andrew's day. 205 

Martyrs and saints — each glorious day 
Dawning in order on our way — 
Remind us, how our darksome clay 
May keep th' ethereal warmth our new Creator 
brought. . 

These we have scorn'd, false and frail ! 
And now once more th' appalling tale, 
How love divine may woo and fail, 

Of our lost year in Heaven is told — 
What if as far our life were past, 
Our weeks all number'd to the last. 
With time and hope behind us cast, 
And all our work to do with palsied hands and cold ? 

watch and pray ere Advent dawn ! 
For thinner than the subtlest lawn 
'Twixt thee and death the veil is drawn. 

But Love too late can never glow : 
The scatter'd fragments Love can glean, 
Refine the dregs, and yield us clean 
To regions where one thought serene 
Breathes sweeter than whole years of sacrifice below. 



St. ginbrtfo's gag. 

He first findeth his own brother Simon, and saith unto him. We have 
found the Messias. . . And he brought him to Jesus. St. John i. 41, 42. 

When brothers part for manhood's race, 
What gift may most endearing prove 
38 



206 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

To keep fond memory in lier place, 
And certify a brother's love? 

'Tis true, bright hours together told, 
And blissful dreams in secret shar'd, 

Serene or solemn, gay or bold, 
Shall last in fancy unimpair'd. 

Even round the death-bed of the good 
Such dear remembrances will hover, 

And haunt us with no vexing mood 
When all the cares of earth are over. 

But yet our craving spirits feel, 

We shall live on, though Fancy die, 

And seek a surer pledge — a seal 
Of love to last eternally. 

Who art thou, that wouldst grave thy name 
Thus deeply in a brother's heart ? 

Look on this saint, and learn to frame 
Thy love-charm with true Christian art. 

First seek thy Saviour out, and dwell 
Beneath the shadow of His roof. 

Till thou have scann'd His features well. 
And known Him for the Christ by proof; 

Such proof as they are sure to find 
Who spend with Him their happy days, 

Clean hands, and a self-ruling mind 
Ev^r in tune for love and praise. 



ST. THOMASES DAT. 207 

Then, potent with the spell of Heaven, 
Go, and thine erring brother gain, 

Entice him home to be forgiven, 
Till he, too, see his Saviour plain. 

Or, if before thee in the race. 

Urge him with thine advancing tread, 

Till, like twin stars, with even pace, 
Each lucid course be duly sped. 

No fading frail memorial give 

To soothe his soul when thou art gone, 

But wreaths of hope for aye to live. 
And thoughts of good together done. 

That so, before the judgment-seat, 

Though chang'd and glorified each face, 

Not unremember'd ye may meet 
For endless ages to embrace. 



Thomas, because thou hast seeu Me, thou hast believed : blessed are they 
that have not seen, and yet have believed. St John xx. 29. 

We were not by when Jesus came,* 

But round us, far and near. 
We see His trophies, and His name 

In choral echoes hear. 

* Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them 
when Jesus came. St. John xx. 24. 



208 TUE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

In a fair ground our lot is cast, 
As in the solemn week that past, 
While some might doubt, but all ador'd,* 
Ere the whole widow'd Church had seen her risen 
Lord. 

Slowly, as then, His bounteous hand 

The golden chain unwinds, 
Drawing to Heaven with gentlest band 

Wise hearts and loving minds. 
Love sought Him first — at dawn of mornf 
From her sad couch she sprang forlorn. 
She sought to weep with Thee alone. 
And saw Thine open grave, and knew that Thou wert 
gone. 

Reason and Faith at once set outj 

To search the Saviour's tomb ; 
Faith faster runs, but waits without, 

As fearing to presume, 
Till Reason enter in, and trace 
Christ's relics round the holy place — 
"Here lay His limbs, and here His sacred head, 
"And who was by, to make his new-forsaken bed?" 

Both wonder, one believes — but while 

They muse on all at home, 
No thought can tender Love beguile 

From Jesus' grave to roam. 

* When they saw Him, they worshipped Him : but some doubted. 

St. Matthew xxviii. I/. 
t St. Mary Magdalene's visit to the sepulchre. 
X St. Peter and St. John. 



ST. Thomas's day. 209 

Weeping she stays till He appear — 
Her witness first the Church must hear — 
All joy to souls that can rejoice 
With her at earliest call of His dear gracious voice. 

Joy too to those, who love to talk 

In secret how He died, 
Though with seal'd eyes awhile they walk. 

Nor see Him at their side ; 
Most like the faithful pair are they, 
Who once to Emmaus took their way 
Half darkling, till their Master shed 
His glory on their souls, made known in breaking 
bread. 

Thus, ever brighter and more bright, 

On those he came to save 
The Lord of new-created light 

Dawn'd gradual from the grave ; 
Till pass'd th' inquiring day -light hour, 
And with clos'd door in silent bower 
The Church in anxious musing sate. 
As one who for redemption still had long to wait. 

Then, gliding through th' unopening door, 

Smooth without step or sound, 
"Peace to your souls," He said — no more — 

They own Him, kneeling round. 
Eye, ear, and hand, and loving heart. 
Body and soul' in every part. 
Successive made His witnesses that hour, 
Cease not in all the world to show His saving power. 
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210 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Is there, on earth, a spirit frail. 
Who fears to take their word. 
Scarce daring, through the twilight pale, 

To think he sees the Lord ? 
AVith eyes too tremblingly awake 
To bear with dimness for His sake ? 
Read and confess the Hand Divine 
That drew thy likeness here so true in every line. 

For all thy rankling doubts so sore, 

Love thou thy Saviour still, 
Him for thy Lord and God adore. 

And ever do His will. 
Though vexing thoughts may seem to last, 
Let not thy soul be quite o'ercast ; — 
Soon will He show thee all His wounds, and say, 
''Long have I known thy name* — know thou My 
" face alway." 



®;^c (Eontjcrsiart of St. ^aul. 

And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, 
Saul, why persecutest thou Me? And he said, Who art Thou, Lord? 
Aud the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. Acts ix. 4, 5. 

The midday sun, with fiercest glare, 
Broods o'er the hazy, twinkling air ; 
Along the level sand 

* In Exodus xxxiii. 17, God says to Moses, " I know thee by name ;" 
meaning, " I bear especial favour towards thee." Thus our Saviour 
gpeaks to St. Thomas by name in the place here referred to. 



CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 211 

The palm-tree's shade unwavering lies, 
Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise 
To greet yon wearied band. 

The leader of that martial crew 
Seems bent some mighty deed to do, 

So steadily he speeds, 
With lips firm clos'd and fixed eye, 
Like warrior when the fight is nigh. 

Nor talk nor landscape heeds. 

What sudden blaze is round him pour'd, 
As though all Heaven's refulgent hoard 

In one rich glory shone ? 
One moment — and to earth he falls : 
What voice his inmost heart appals ? — 

Voice heard by him alone. 

For to the rest both words and form 
Seem lost in lightning and in storm. 

While Saul, in wakeful trance, 
Sees deep within that dazzling field 
His persecuted Lord reveal'd 

With keen yet pitying glance : 

And hears the meek upbraiding call 
As gently on his Spirit fall, 

As if th' Almighty Son 
Were prisoner yet in this dark earth, 
Nor had proclaim' d His royal birth, 

Nor his great power begun. 



212 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR 

** Ah ! wherefore persecut'st thou Me ?" 
He heard arid saw, and sought to free 

His strain'd eye from the sight : 
But Heaven's high magic bound it there, 
Still gazing, though untaught to bear 

Th' insuiferable light. 

"Who art Thou, Lord ?" he falters forth :— 
So shall Sin ask of heaven and earth 

At the last awful day. 
''When did we see Thee suffering nigh,* 
*' And pass'd Thee with unheeding eye? 

'' Great God of judgment, say !" 

Ah ! little dream our listless eyes 
What glorious presence they despise. 

While, in our noon of life. 
To power or fame we rudely press. — 
Christ is at hand, to scorn or bless, 

Christ suifers in our strife. 

And though heaven gate long since have clos'd, 
And our dear Lord in bliss repos'd, 

High above mortal ken. 
To every ear in every land 
(Though meek ears only understand) 

He speaks as He did then. 

'* Ah ! wherefore persecute ye Me ? 
' 'Tis hard, ye so in love should be 
''With your own endless woe. 

* St. Matthew xxv. ii. 



CONVERSION OF ST. PAUL. 21f^ 

" Know, though at God's right hand I live, 
" I feel each wound ye reckless give 
*< To the least saint below. 

" I in your care my brethren left, 
**Not willing ye should be bereft 

"Of waiting on your Lord. 
" The meanest offering ye can make — 
"A drop of water — for love's sake,"*^ 

'* In Heaven, be sure, is stor'd." 

by those gentle tones and dear, 
When Thou hast stay'd our wild career, 

Thou only hope of souls, 
Ne'er let us cast one look behind, 
But in the thought of Jesus find 

What every thought controls. 

As to Thy last Apostle's heart 

Thy lightning glance did then impart 

Zeal's never-dying fire, 
So teach us on Thy shrine to lay 
Our hearts, and let them day by day 

Intenser blaze and higher. 

And as each mild and winning note 
(Like pulses that round harp-strings float 

When the full strain is o'er) 
Left lingering on his inward ear 
Music, that taught, as death drew near. 

Love's lesson more and more : 

* St. Matthew x. 4i 



214 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

So, as we walk our earthly round, 
Still may the echo of that sound 

Be in our memory stor'd : 
<< Christians ! behold your happy state : 
** Christ is in these, who round you wait; 

" Make much of your dear Lord !" 



flj£ purification. 

Blessed are the pure in heart : for they shall see God. 

St, Matthew T. & 

Bless'd are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God, 
The secret of t^ie Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is Christ's abode. 

Might mortal thought presume 
To guess an angel's lay. 
Such are the notes that echo through 
The courts of Heaven to-day. 

Such the triumphal hymns 
On Sion's Prince that wait, 
In high procession passing on 
Towards His temple-gate. 

Give ear, ye kings — bow down, 
Ye rulers of the earth — 
This, this is He ; your Priest by grace, 
Your God and King by birth 



THE PURIFICATION. 215 

No pomp of earthly guards 
Attends with sword and spear, 
And all-defying, dauntless look, 
Their monarch's way to clear; 

Yet are there more with Him 
Than all that are with you — 
The armies of the highest Heaven, 
All righteous, good, and true. 

. Spotless their robes and pure, 
Dipp'd in the sea of light, 
That hides the unapproached shrine 
From men's and angels' sight. 

His throne, thy bosom blest, 
Mother undefil'd — 
That throne, if aught beneath the skies, 
Beseems the sinless child. 

Lost in high thoughts, *' whose son 
** The wondrous Babe might prove," 
Her guileless husband walks beside, 
Bearing the hallow'd dove ; 

Meet emblem of His vow, 
Who, on this happy day. 
His dove-like soul — best sacrifice — 
Did on God's altar lay. 

But who is he, by years 
Bow'd, but erect in heart, 



216 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Whose prayers are struggling with his tears t 
** Lord, let me now depart. 

** Now hath Thy servant seen 
*< Thy saving health, Lord ; 
«« Tis time that I depart in peace, 
*' According to Thy word." 

Yet swells the pomp : one more 
Comes forth to bless her God : 
Full fourscore years, meek widow, she 
Her heaven-ward way hath trod. 

She who to earthly joys 
So long had given farewell. 
Now sees, unlook'd for. Heaven on earth, 
Christ in His Israel. 

Wide open from that hour 

The temple-gates are set. 

And still the saints rejoicing there 

The holy Child have met. 

Now count His train to-day, 
And who may meet Him, learn : 
Him child-like sires, meek maidens find. 
Where pride can nought discern. 

Still to the lowly soul 
He doth Himself impart. 
And for His cradle and His throne 
Chooseth the pure in heart. 



ST. Matthias's day. 217 



U, '^uit^mss ^ag. 



"Wherefore of these mon -which have compauied with us Ul the time 
that the Lord Jesus went in and out among us, beginning from the 
baptism of John, unto that same daj that He was taken up from ua, 
must one be ordained to be a witness with us of His resurrection. 

Acts i. 21, 22. 

Who is God's chosen priest ? 
He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night, 
Who trac'd His holy steps, nor ever ceas'd, 
From Jordan banks to Bethphage height : 

Who hath learn'd lowliness 
From his Lord's cradle, patience from His Cross ; 
Whom poor men's eyes and hearts consent to bless ; 
To whom, for Christ, the world is loss ; 

Who both in agony 
Hath seen Him and in glory ; and in both 
Own'd Him divine, and yielded, nothing loth, 
Body and soul, to live and die. 

In witness of his Lord, 
In humble following of his Saviour dear: 
This is the man to wield th' unearthly sword, 
Warring unharm'd with sin and fear. 

But who can e'er suffice — 
What mortal — for this more than angels' task. 
Winning or losing souls, Thy life-blood's price ? 
The gift were too divine to ask, 

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218 THE CHKISTIAN YEAR. 

But Thou hast made it sure 
By Thy dear promise to Thy Church and Bride, 
That Thou, on earth, wouldst aye with her endure, 
Till earth to Heaven be purified. 

Thou art her only spouse. 
Whose arm supports her, on Whose faithful breast 
Her persecuted head she meekly bows, 
Sure pledge of her eternal rest. 

Thou, her unerring guide, 
Stayest her fainting steps along the wild ; 
Thy mark is on the bowers of lust and pride, 
That she may pass them undefil'd. 

Who then, uncall'd by Thee, 
Dare touch Thy spouse, Thy very self below ? 
Or who dare count him summoned worthily, 
Except Thine hand and seal he show? 

Where can Thy seal be found, 
But on the chosen seed, from age to age 
By thine anointed heralds duly crown'd. 
As kings and priests Thy war to wage ? 

Then fearless walk we forth, 
Yet fu'U ©f trembling, Messengers of God : 
Our warrant sure, but doubting of our worth, 
By our own shame alike and glory aw'd. 

Dread Searcher of the hearts. 
Thou who didst seal by Thy descending Dove 



THE ANNUNCIATION. 219 

Thy servant's choice, help us in our parts, 

Else helpless found, to learn and teach Thy love. 



f be ginnuttcmtioit of l^e ^kssi^b Wxxc^m Parg. 

And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly 
favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou auaong women St. 
iulce i. 28. 

Thou who deign'st to sympathize 
With all our frail and fleshly ties, 

Maker yet Brother dear. 
Forgive the too presumptuous thought, 
If, calming wayward grief, I sought 

To gaze on Thee too near. 

Yet sure 'twas not presumption. Lord, 
'Twas Thine own comfortable word 

That made the lesson known : 
Of all the dearest bonds we prove, 
Thou countest sons' and mothers' love 

Most sacred, most Thine own. 

When wandering here a little span. 
Thou took'st on Thee to rescue man, 

Thou hadst no earthly sire : 
That wedded love we prize so dear, 
As if our heaven and home were here, 

It lit \n Thee no fire. 



220 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

On no sweet sister's faithful breast 
Wouldst Thou Thine aching forehead rest. 

On no kind brother lean : 
But who, perfect filial heart, 
E'er did like Thee a true son's part, 

Endearing, firm, serene ? 

Thou wept'st, meek maiden, mother mill, 
Thou wept'st upon thy sinless Child, 

Thy very heart was riven : 
And yet, what mourning matron here 
Would deem thy sorrows bought too dear 

By all on this side Heaven ? 

A Son that never did amiss, 

That never sham'd His Mother's kiss, 

Nor cross'd her fondest prayer : 
Even from the tree he deign'd to bow 
For her His agonized brow. 

Her, His sole earthly care. 

Ave Maria ! blessed Maid ! 
Lily of Eden's fragrant shade, 

Who can express the love 
That nurtur'd thee so pure and sweet, 
Making thy heart a shelter meet 

For Jesus' lioly Dove ? 

Ave Maria ! Mother blest. 
To whom, caressing and caress'd, 
Clings the Eternal Child ; 



ST. MARS. S DAY. 221 

Favour'd beyond Archangels' dream, 
When first on thee with tenderest gleam 
Thy new-born Saviour smil'd : — 

Ave Maria ! thou whose name 
All but adoring love may claim, 

Yet may we reach thy shrine ; 
For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows 
To crown all lowly lofty brows 

With love and joy like thine. 

Bless'd is the womb that bare Him — bless'd* 
The bosom where His lips were press'd, 

But rather bless'd are they 
Who hear His word and keep it well, 
The living homes where Christ shall dwell, 

And never pass away. 



^t. ilark's ^ag. 

And the contention was so sharp between them, that they departed 
Munder one from the other. Acts xv. 39. 

Compare 2 Tim. iv. 11. Take Mark, and bring him with thee : for he 
is profitable to me for the ministry. 

Oh ! who shall dare in this frail scene 
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean, 

On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love ? 
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp 
Each other in so firm a grasp. 

But they shall change and variance prove. 

* St. Luke xi. 27, 28. 
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222 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Yet deem not, on such parting sad 
Shall dawn no welcome dear and glad : 

Divided in their earthly race, 
Together at the glorious goal, 
Each leading many a rescu'd soul, 

The faithful champions shall embrace. 

For even as those mysterious Four, 
Who the bright whirling wheels upbore 

By Chebar in the fiery blast, "^ 
So, on their tasks of love and praise 
The saints of God their several ways 

Right onward speed, yet join at last. 

And sometimes even beneath the moon 
The Saviour gives a gracious boon, 

When reconciled Christians meet, 
And face to face, and heart to heart, 
High thoughts of holy love impart 

In silence meek, or converse sweet. 

Companion of the Saints ! 'Twas thine 
To taste that drop of peace divine, 

When the great soldier of thy Lord 
Call'd thee to take his last farewell. 
Teaching the Church with joy to tell 

The story of your love restor'd. 

then the glory and the bliss. 
When all that pain'd or seem'd amiss 
Shall melt with earth and sin away ! 

• They turned not when they went ; they went every one straight 
tor war i. Ezeldel i. 9 



ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES. 223 

AVhen saints beneath their Saviour's eye. 
Fill'd with each other's company, 

Shall spend in love th' eternal day ! 



St. ^IjHip anb St. ^nmts. 

Let the Irother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted : but the riclv 
in that he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10. 

Dear is the morning gale of spring, 

And dear th' autumnal eve ; 
But few delights can summer bring 

A Poet's crown to weave. 

Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, 

And ever Fancy's wing 
Speeds from beneath her cloudless sky 

To autumn or to spring. 

Sweet is the infant's waking smile, 
And sweet the old man's rest — 

But middle age by no fond wile, 
No soothing calm is blest. 

Still in the world's hot restless gleam 

She plies her weary task, 
While vainly for some pleasant dream 

Her wandering glances ask. — 

Ehame upon thee, listless heart, 
So sad a sigh to heave, 



224 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

As if thy Saviour had no part 

In thoughts, that make thee grieve. 

As if along His lonesome way 
He had not borne for thee 

Sad languors through the summer day, 
Storms on the wintry sea. 

Youth's lightning-flash of joy secure 
Pass'd seldom o'er His spright, — 

A well of serious thought and pure, 
Too deep for earthly light. 

No spring was His — no fairy gleam — 

For He by trial knew 
How cold and bare what mortals dream, 

To worlds where all is true. 

Then grudge not thou the anguish keen 
Which makes thee like thy Lord, 

And learn to quit with eye serene 
Thy youth's ideal hoard. 

Thy treasur'd hopes and raptures high- 
Unmurmuring let them go, 

Nor grieve the bliss should quickly fly 
Which Christ disdain'd to know. 

Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon ; 
The pure, calm hope be thine, 
' Which brightens, like the eastern moon, 
As day's wild lights decline. 



ST. BARNABAS. 2^6 

Thus souls, by nature pitch'd too high, 

By suflferings plung'd too low, 
Meet in the Church's middle sky, 

Half way 'twixt joy and woe. 

To practise there the soothing lay 

That sorrow best relieves : 
Thankful for all God takes away, 

Humbled by all He gives. 



The son of consolation, a Levite. Acts iv. 36. 

The world's a room of sickness, where each heart 

Knows its own anguish and unrest ; 
The truest wisdom there, and noblest art. 

Is his, who skills of comfort best ; 
Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone 
Enfeebled spirits own, 
And love to raise the languid eye, 
When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting 

by:- 

Feel only — for in silence gently gliding 
Fain would he shun both ear and sight, 

'Twixt Prayer and watchful Love his heart ii- 
viiing, 
A nursing father day and night. 



226 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Such were the tender arms, where cradled lay, 
In her sweet natal day, 
The Church of Jesus ; such the love 
He to His chosen taught for his dear widow'd Dove. 

Warm'd underneath the Comforter's safe wing 
They spread th' endearing warmth around : 
Mourners, speed here your broken hearts to bring, 

Here healing dews and balms abound : 
Here are soft hands that cannot bless in vain, 
By trial taught your pain : 
Here loving hearts, that daily know 
The heavenly consolations they on you bestow. 

Sweet thoughts are theirs, that breathe serenest 
calms, 
Of holy offerings timely paid,* 
Of fire from Heaven to bless their votive alms 

And passions on God's altar laid. 
The world to them is clos'd, and now they shine 
With rays of love divine, 
Through darkest nooks of this dull earth 
Pouring, in showery times, their glow of ** quiet 
*' mirth." 

New hearts before their Saviour's feet to lay, 
This is their first, their dearest joy : 

Their next, from heart to heart to clear the way,f 
For mutual love without alloy : 

* Having land, sold it, and brought the money, and laid it at tho 
Apostles* feet. Act$ iv. 37- 
t Barnabas took him, and brought him (Saul) to the Apostles. 

Acts ix. 27. 



ST. BARNABAS. 227 

Never so blest, as when in Jesus' roll 
They write some hero-soul, 
More pleas'd upon his brightening road 
To wait, than if their own with all his radiance 
glow'd. ^ 

happy spirits, mark'd by God and man 

Their messages of love to bear,*- 
What though long since in Heaven your brows 
began 
The genial amarant wreath to wear, 
And in th' eternal leisure of calm love 
Ye banquet there above. 
Yet in your sympathetic heart 
We and our earthly griefs may ask and hope a part. 

Comfort's true sons! amid the thoughts of down 

That strew your pillow of repose. 
Sure, 'tis one joy to muse, how ye unknown 

By sweet remembrance soothe our woes. 

And how the spark ye lit, of heavenly cheer, 

Lives in our embers here. 

Where'er the Cross is borne with smiles, 

Or lighten'd secretly by Love's endearing wiles : 

Where'er one Levite in the temple keeps 
The watch-fire of his midnight prayer, 

3r issuing thence, the eyes of mourners steeps 
In heavenly balm, fresh gather'd there ; 

* Acts xi. 22 : xiii. 2- 



228 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Thus saints, that seem to die in earth's rude strife, 
Only win double life : 
They have but left our weary ways 
To live in memory here, in Heaven by love ajid 
praise. 



\ 



St. |o^n§apfef5 ^ag. 



Behold, I wJl send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the 
great and dreadful day of the Lord : and he shall turn the heart of the 
fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers. 

Malachi iv. 5, 6. 

Twi:e in her season of decay 
The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye 
Dart- from the wild its piercing ray : 
Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky, 
Tne herald star, 
Whose torch afar 
Shadows and boding night-birds fly. 

Methinks we need him once again, 
That fav'>ur'd seer — but where shall he be found? 

By Cherith's side we seek in vain, 
In vain on Carmel's green and lonely mound : 
Angels no more 
From Sinai soar, 
On ])is celestial errands bound. 

But wafted to her glorious place 
By harmless fire, among the ethereal thrones. 
His spirit with a dear embrace 



ST. JOHN baptist's DAY. 229 

Ihee the lov'd harbinger of Jesus owns, 
Well-pleas'd to view 
Her likeness true, 
And trace, in thine, her own deep tones. 

Deathless himself, he joys with thee 
To commune how a faithful martyr dies, 

And in the blest could envy be. 
He would behold thy wounds with envious eyes, 
Star of our morn. 
Who yet unborn* 
Didst guide our hope, where Christ should rise. 

Now resting from your jealous care 
For sinners, such as Eden cannot know. 

Ye pour for us your mingled prayer, 
No anxious fear to damp Affection's glow, 
Love draws a cloud 
From you to shroud 
Rebellion's mystery here below. 

And since we see, and not afar, 
The twilight of the great and dreadful day, 

Why linger^ till Elijah's car 
Stoop from the clouds ? Why sleep ye ? rise and 
pray. 
Ye heralds seaPd 
In camp or field 
Your Saviour's banner to display. 

* The Babe leaped in my womb for joy. St. Lnhe i. 44. 

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23) THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

AYliere is the lore the Baptist taught, 
The soul unswerving and the fearless tongue? 

The much-enduring wisdom, sought 
By lonely prayer the haunted rocks among ? 
Who counts it gain-^ 
His light should wane, 
So the whole world to Jesus throng ? 

Thou Spirit, who the Church didst lend 
Her eagle wings, to shelter in the wild,f 

"We pray Thee, ere the Judge descend. 
With flames like these, all bright and undefil'd, 
Her watchfires light. 
To guide aright 
Our weary souls, by earth beguil'd. 

So glorious let Thy Pastors shine. 
That by their speaking lives the world may learn 

First filial duty, then divine, J 
That sons to parents, all to Thee may turn ; 
And ready prove 
In fires of love, 
At sight of Thee, for aye to burn 

* He must increase, but I must decrease. St. John iii. 30. 

t Revelations xii. 14. 

X He shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and t'Ae heart 
of the children to their fathers. Malachi iv. 6. 

To *urn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient 
to th ) wisdom of the just ; to make ready a people prepared for the 
Lori . St. Luke i. 17. 



ST. Peter's day. 231 



»t. Irfa's fag. 



When Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter 
was sleeping. Acts xii. 6. 

Thou thrice denied, yet thrice belov'd,* 
Watch by Thine own forgiven friend ; 

In sharpest perils faithful prov'd, 
Let his soul love Thee to the end. 

The prayer is heard — else why so deep 

His slumber on the eve of death ? 

And wherefore smiles he in his sleep, 

. As one who drew celestial breath ? 

He loves and is belov'd again — 
Can his soul choose but be at rest ? 

Sorrow hath fled away, and Pain 
Dares not invade the guarded nest. 

He dearly loves, and not alone : 

For his wing'd thoughts are soaring high 

AVhere never yet frail heart was known 
To breathe in vain Affection's sigh. 

He loves and weeps — but more than tears 
Have seal'd Thy welcome and his love — - 

One look lives in him, and endears 
Crosses and wrongs where'er he rove : 

* St. John xxi. 15-17. 



23-'?- THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

That gracious chiding look,* Thy call 
To win him to himself and Thee, 

Sweetening the sorrow of his fall 
Which else were ru'd too bitterly. 

Even through the veil of sleep it shines. 
The memory of that kindly glance ; — 

The Angel watching by divines 

And spares awhile his blissful traikce. 

Or haply to his native lake 

His vision wafts him back, to talk 

With Jesus, ere his flight he take. 
As in that solemn evening walk. 

When to the bosom of his friend. 

The Shepherd, He whose name is Good, 

Did His dear lambs and sheep commend. 
Both bought and nourish'd with His blood. 

Then laid on him th' inverted tree, 

Which firm embrac'd with heart and arm. 

Might cast o'er hope and memory. 
O'er life and death, its awful charm. 

With brightening heart he bears it on. 
His passport through th' eternal gates, 

To his sweet home — so nearly won. 
He seems, as by the door he waits, 

* St. Luke xxii. 61. 



ST. Peter's day. 233 

The unexpressive notes to hear 

Of angel song and angel motion, 
"Rising and falling on the ear 

Like waves in Joy's unbounded ocean. 

His dream is chang'd — the Tyrant's voice 
Calls to that last of glorious deeds — 

But as he rises to rejoice, 

Not Herod but an Angel leads. 

He dreams he sees a lamp flash bright, 
Glancing around his prison room — 

But 'tis a gleam of heavenly light 
That fills up all the ample gloom. 

The flame, that in a few short years 

Deep through the chambers of the dead 

Shall pierce, and dry the fount of tears, 
Is waving o'er his dungeon-bed. 

Touch'd he upstarts — his chains unbind — 
Through darksome vault, up massy stair, 

His dizzy, doubting footsteps wind 
To freedom and cool moonlight air. 

Then all himself, all joy and calm. 
Though for a while his hand forego, 

Just as it touch'd, the martyr's palm, 
He turns him to his task below ; 

The pastoral stafl*, the keys of Heaven, 
To wield awhile in grey-hair'd might, 
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234 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Then from his cross to spring forgiven, 
And follow Jesus out of sight. 



§1. |amfs*s ^ag» 



Ye shall drink indeed of My cup, and be baptized with the baptism 
that I am baptized with : but to sit on My right hand, and on My left, 
is not Mine to give, but it shall be given to them for whom it is prepared 
of My Father. St. Matthew xx. 

Sit down and take thy fill of joy 

At God's right hand, a bidden guest, 
Drink of the cup that cannot cloy, 

Eat of the bread that cannot waste. 
great Apostle ! rightly now 

Thou readest all thy Saviour meant. 
What time His grave yet gentle brow 

In sweet reproof on thee was bent. 

*' Seek ye to sit enthron'd by Me ? 

" Alas ! ye know not what ye ask, 
*' The first in shame and agony, 

*' The lowest in the meanest task — 
** This can ye be ? and can ye drink 

'' The cup that I in tears must steep, 
**Nor from the 'whelming waters shrink 

*' That o'er Me roll so dark and deep ?" 

<* We can — Thine are we, dearest Lord, 
" In glory and in agony. 



ST. James's day. 235 

"To do and suffer all Thy word ; 

*' Only be Thou for ever nigh.*' — . 
*'Then bo it so — My cup receive, 

"And of My woes baptismal taste: 
** But for the crown, that angels weave 

" For those next Me in glory plac'd, 

*' I give it not by partial love ; 

" But in my Father's book are writ 
*< What names on earth shall lowliest prove, 

" That they in Heaven may highest sit." 
Take up the lesson, my heart ; 

Thou Lord of meekness, write it there, 
Thine own meek self to me impart. 

Thy lofty hope, Thy lowly prayer. 

If ever on the mount with Thee 

I seem to soar in vision bright. 
With thoughts of coming agony, •:• 

Stay Thou the too presumptuous flight : 
Gently along the vale of tears 

Lead me from Tabor's sunbright steep, 
Let me not grudge a few short years 

With Thee tow'rd Heaven to walk and weep : 

Too happy, on my silent path. 

If now and then allow'd, with Thee 

Watching some placid holy death, 
Thy secret work of love to see ; 

* St. Matthew xvii. 12. ** Likewise shall also the Son of Man suffer 
of them." This was just after the Transfiguration. 



236 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

But oh, most happy, should Thy call, 
Thy welcome call, at last be given — 

*' Come where thou long hast stor'd thy all, 
** Come see thy place prepar'd in Heaven." 



Jesus answered and said unto him. Because I said unto thee, I saw 
thee under the fig tree, believest thou? thou shalt see greater things 
tlian these. St. John i. 50. 

Hold up thy mirror to the sun, 

And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze, 

So perfectly the polish'd stone 
Gives back the glory of his rays: 

Turn it, and it shall paint as true 

The soft green of the vernal earth, 
And each small flower of bashful hue, 

That closest hides its lowly birth. 

Our mirror is a blessed book. 

Where out from each ilium' d page 
We see one glorious Image look 

All eyes to dazzle and engage, 

The Son of God : and that indeed 

We see Him as He is, we know, 
Since in the same bright glass we read 

The very life of things below. — 



ST. BARTHOLOMEW. 237 

Eye of God's word!* where'er we turn 

Ever upon us ! thy keen gaze 
Can all the depths of sin discern, 

Unravel every bosom's maze : 

AVho that has felt thy glance of dread 
Thrill through his heart's remotest cells, 

About his path, about his bed, 

Can doubt what spirit in thee dwells ? 

** What word is this ? Whence know'st thou me ?'' 
All wondering cries the humbled heart, 

To hear thee that deep mystery. 
The knowledge of itself, impart. 

The veil is raics'd ; who runs may read. 

By its own light the truth is seen, 
And soon fhe Israelite indeed 

Bows down t' adore the Nazarene. 

So did Nathanael, guileless man, 

At once, not shame-fac'd or afraid, 
Owning Him God, Who so could scan 

His musings in the lonely shade ; 

* " The position before us is, that we ourselves, and such as we, are 
the very persons whom Scripture speaks of: and to whom, as men, in 
every variety of persuasive form, it makes its condescending though 
celestial appeal. The point worthy of observation is, to note how a 
book of the description and the compass which we have represented 
Scripture to be, possesses this versatility of power ; this eye, like that 
of a portrait, uniformly fixed upon iis, turn ichere toe will," 

Miller's Bampton Lectures, p. 128. 



238 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

In his own pleasant fig-tree's shade, 
Which by his household fountain grew, 

Where at noon-day his prayer he made 
To know God better than he knew. 

Oh ! bappy hours of heaven-ward thought I 
How richly crown'd! how well improv'd! 

In musing o'er the Law he taught, 
In waiting for the Lord he lov'd. 

We must not mar with earthly praise 
What God's approving word hath seal'd ; 

Enough, if right our feeble lays 
Take up the promise He reveal'd ; 

*'T]ie child-like faith, that asks not sight, 
*' Waits not for wonder or for sign, 

*' Believes, because it loves, aright — 
''Shall see things greater, things divine. 

** Heaven to that gaze shall open wide, 
"And brightest angels to and fro 

<*0n messages of love shall glide 

*''Twixt God above and Clirist below.'* 

So still the guileless man is blest. 

To him all crooked paths are straight, 

Him on his way to endless rest 

Fresh, ever-growing strengths await.* 

* They go from strength to strength. Psalm Ixxxiv. 7. 



ST. MATTHEW. 239 

(jod's "witnesses, a glorious host, 
Compass him daily like a cloud ; 

Martyrs and seers, the sav'd and lost, 
Mercies and judgments cry aloud. 

Yet shall to him the still small voice, 

That first into his bosom found 
A way, and fix'd his wavering choice, 

Nearest and dearest ever sound. 



And after these things He went forth, and saw a publican, ntined 
Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom : and He said unto him. Follow 
Me. And he left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luke v. 27, 28. 

Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids. 
The nearest Heaven on earth. 
Who talk with God in shadowy glades. 

Free from rude care and mirth ; 
To whom some viewless teacher brings 
The secret lore of rural things, 
The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, 
The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight 
vale ; 

Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd 

On the wreath' d smoke afar, 
That o'er some town, like mist uprais'd, 

Hung hiding sun and star, 



240 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Then as ye turn'd your weary eye 
To the green earth and open sky, 
Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell 
Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel ? 

But love's a flower that will not die 

For lack of leafy screen. 
And Christian Hope can cheer the eye 

That ne'er saw vernal green ; 
Then be ye sure that Love can bless 
Even in this crowded loneliness, 
Where ever-moving myriads seem to say, 
Go — thou art nought to us, nor we to thee — away! 

There are in this loud stunning tide 

Of human care and crime, 
With whom the melodies abide 

Of th' everlasting chime ; 
Who carry music in their heart 
Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, 
Plying their daily task with busier feet, 
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat. 

How sweet to them, in such brief rest 

As thronging cares afford, 
In thought to wonder, fancy-blest, 

To where their gracious Lord, 
In vain, to win proud Pharisees, 
Spake, and was heard by fell disease*— 

* It seems from St. Matthew ix. 8, 9, that the calling of L(?vi took 
place immediately after the healing of the paralytic in the preseaee oi 
the Pharisees. 



ST. MATTHEW. 241 

But not in vain, beside yon breezy lake, 
Bade the meek Publican his gainful seat forsake : 

At once he rose, and left his gold ; 

His treasure and his heart 
Transferr'd, where he shall safe behold 

Earth and her idols part ; 
While he beside his endless store 
Shall sit, and floods unceasing pour 
Of Christ's true riches o'er all time and space, 
First angel of His Church, first steward of His grace. 

Nor can ye not delight to think'^^ 

Where He vouchsaf'd to eat, 
How the Most Holy did not shrink 

From touch of sinner's meat ; 
What worldly hearts and hearts impure 
Went with Him through the rich man's door, 
That we might learn of Him lost souls to love, 
And view His least and worst with hope to meet above. 

These gracious lines shed Gospel light 

On Mammon's gloomiest cells. 
As on some city's cheerless night 

The tide of sun-rise swells, 
Till tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud 
Are mantled with a golden cloud, 
And to wise hearts this certain hope is given ; 
"No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of 
"Heaven.'* 

* St. Matthe\* ix. 10. 

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242 THE CHEISTIAN YEAR. 

And oh ! if even on Babel shine 

Such gleams of Paradise, 
Should not their peace be peace divine, 

Who day by day arise 
To look on clearer heavens, and scan 
The work of God untouch'd by man ? 
Shame on us, who about us Babel bear, 
And live in Paradise, as if God was not there ! 



St. Pkljael mxb nil gingHs. 

Are the}'- not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who 
shall be heirs of salvation ? Hebrews i. 14. 

Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness 

In glorious order roll, 
With harps for ever strung, ready to bless 

God for each rescued soul, 
Ye eagle spirits, that build in light divine, 

Oh ! think of us to-day. 
Faint warblers of this earth, that would combine 
Our trembling notes with your accepted lay. 

Your amarant wreaths were earn'd ; and homewarJ 
all, 

Flush'd with victorious might, 
Ye might have sped to keep high festival, 

And revel in the light ; 
But meeting us, weak worldlings, on our way, 

Tired ere the fight begun, 



ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. 248 

Ye turn'd to help ui in th' unequal fray, 
Remembering Whose we were, how dearly won : 

Remembering. Bethlehem, and that glorioua night 

When ye, who used to soar 
Diverse along all space in fiery flight, 

Came thronging to adore 
Your God new-born, and made a sinner's child ; 

As if the stars should leave 
Their stations in the far ethereal wild. 
And round the sun a radiant circle weave. 

Nor less your lay of triumph greeted fair 

Our Champion and your King, 
In that first strife, whence Satan in despair 

Sunk down on scathed wing : 
Alone He fasted, and alone He fought ; 

But when his toils were o'er. 
Ye to the sacred Hermit duteous brought 
Banquet and hymn, your Eden's festal store. 

Ye too, when lowest in th' abyss of woe 

He plung'd to save His sheep, 
Were leaning from your golden thrcnes to know 

The secrets of that deep : 
But clouds were on His sorrow : one alone 

His agonizing call 
Summon' d from Heaven, to still that bitterest groan, 
And comfort Him, the Comforter of all. 

Oh ! highest favour'd of all Spirits create, 
(If right 0^ thee we deem) 



244 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

How didst thou glide on brightening wing elate 

To meet th' unclouded b^am 
Of Jesus from the couch of darkness rising ! 

How swell'd thine anthem's sound, 
With fear and mightier joy weak hearts surprising, 
*' Your God is risen, and may not here be found !" 

Pass a few days, and this dull darkling globe 
Must yield Him from Her sight ; — 

Brighter and brighter streams His glory-robe, 
And he is lost in light. 

Then, when through yonder everlasting arch, 
Ye in innumerous choir 

Pour'd, heralding Messiah's conquering march, 

Linger'd around His skirts two forms of fire : 

With us they stay'd, high warning to impart ; 

" The Christ shall come again 
*• Even as He goes ; with the same human heart, 

''With the same godlike train." — 
Oh ! jealous God ! how could a sinner dare 

Think on that dreadful day, 
But that with all Thy wounds Thou wilt be there, 
And all our angel friends to bring Thee on Thy wiy ! 

Since to Thy little ones is given such grace, 

That they who nearest stand 
Alway to God in Heaven, and see His face, 

Go forth at His command. 
To wait around our path in weal or woe, 

As erst upon our King, 



ST. LUKE. 245 

Set Thy baptismal seal upon our brow, 

And waft us lieaven-ward with enfolding wing : 

Grant, Lord, that when around th' expiring world 

Our seraph guardians wait, 
While on her death-bed, ere to ruin hurl'd, 

She owns Thee, all too late, 
They to their charge may turn, and thankful see 

Thy mark upon us still ; 
f hen all together rise, and reign with Thee, 
4nd all their holy joy o'er contrite hearts fulfil ! 



»t I«b. 

Luke, the beloved physician, and Demas, greet you. Colossians iv. 14, 
Demas hath forsaken me, having loved this present world. . . . Only 
Lu]m» is with me. 2 Timothy iv. 10, 11 

Two clouds before the summer gale 

In equal race fleet o'er the sky: 
Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail, 

Together pine, together die. 

But two capricious human hearts — 
No sage's rod may track their ways, 

No eye pursue their lawless starts 
Along their wild self-chosen maze. 

He only, by whose sovereign hand 
Even sinners for the evil day* 

* rka Lord hath made all things for Himself: yea, even the wicked 
for he day of evil. Proverbs xvi. 4. 

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246 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Wer< made — who rules the world He plann'd. 
Turning our worst His own good way ; 

He only can the cause reveal, 

Why, at the same fond bosom fed, 

Taught in the self-same lap to kneel 
Till the same prayer were duly said, 

Brothers in blood and nurture too, 
Aliens in heart so oft should prove ; 

One lose, the other keep. Heaven's clue ; 
One dwell in wrath, and one in love. 

He only knows, — for He can read 
The mystery of The wicked heart, — 

Why vainly oft our arrows speed 

When aim'd with most unerring art ; 

While from some rude and powerless arm 

A random shaft in season sent 
Shall light upon some lurking harm, 

And work some wonder little meant. 

l>oubt we, how souls so wanton change, 
Leaving their own experienc'd rest ? 

Need not around the world to range ; 
One narrow cell may teach us best. 

Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint 
In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; 

No fear lest he should swerve or faint ; 
**His life is Christ, his death is gain."* 

* Philippians i. 21. 



ST. LUKE. 247 

Two converts, watching by his side, 
Alike his love and greetings share ; 

Luke the belov'd, the sick soul's guide, 
And Demas, nam'd in faltering prayer 

Pass a few years — look in once more — 

The saint is in his bonds again ; 
Save that his hopes more boldly soar,* 

He and his lot unchang'd remain. 

But only Luke is with him now : — 
Alas ! that even the martyr's cell, 

Heaven's very gate, should scope allow 
For the false world's seducing spell. 

'Tis sad — but yet 'tis well, be sure, 
We on the sight should muse awhile, 

Nor deem our shelter all secure 
Even in the Church's holiest aisle. 

Vainly before the shrine he bends. 

Who knows not the true pilgrim's part : 

The martyr's cell no safety lends 

To him, who wants the martyr's heart. 

But if there be, who follows Paul 
As Paul his Lord, in life and death, 

Where'er an aching heart may call. 
Ready to speed and take no breath ; 

• In the Epistle to the Philippians, " I know that I shall abide £,nd 
eontinue with you all :— I count not myself to have apprehended," 
chap. i. 25 ; iii. 13. 

In 2 Timothy, "I have finished my course," &c., ch. iv. 7, 8. 



248 



THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



« 



Whose joy is, to the wandering sheep 
To tell of the great Shepherd's love; 

To learn of mourners while they weep 
The music that makes mirth above ; 



Who makes the Saviour all his theme, 
The Gospel all his pride and praise — 

Approach : for thou canst feel the gleam 
That round the martyr's death-bed plays : 

Thou hast an ear for angels' songs, 
A breath the Gospel trump to fill, 

And taught by thee the Church prolongs 
Her hymns of high thanksgiving still. f 

Ah ! dearest mother, since too oft 
The world yet wins some Demas frail 

Even from thine arms, so kind and soft, 
May thy tried comforts never fail ! 

When faithless ones forsake thy wing, 

Be it vouchsaf 'd thee still to see 
Thy true, fond nurslings closer cling, 

Cling closer to their Lord and thee. 

* The Gospel of St. Luke abounds most in such passages as the para- 
ble of the lost sheep, which display God's mercy to penitent sinners. 

t The Christian hymns are all in St. Luke: the Magnificat, Ben«« 
dictufc, and Nua Dimittis. 



ST. SIMON AND ST. JUDE. 249 



^t Simon aitir 3t |ttk. 

That je should earnestly contend for* the faith -which was once deli- 
vered unto the saints. *S^ Jude 3. 

Seest thou, liow tearful and alone, 
And drooping like a wounded dove, 

The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone, 
The widow'd Church is fain to rove ? 

Who is at hand that loves the Lord?f 

Make haste, and take her home, and bring 

Thine household choir, in true accord 
Their soothing hymns for her to sing • 

Soft on her fluttering heart shall breathe 
The fragrance of that genial isle. 

There she may weave her funeral wreath, 
And to her own sad music smile. 

The Spirit of the dying Son 

Is there, and fills the holy place 
With records sweet of duties done, 

Of pardon'd foes, and cherish'd grace. 

And as of old by two and two J 
His herald saints the Saviour sent 

* enayoyvis^eadai : "be very anxious for it:" "feel for it as tor a 
friend in jeopardy. " 

t Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother ! And from that 
hour that disciple took her unto his own home. St. John xix. 27. 

X St. Mark vi. 7 ; St. Luke x. 1. 



250 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

To soften hearts like morning dew, 
Where He to shine in mercy meant ; 

So evermore He deems His name 

Best honour'd and His way prepar'd. 

When watching by His altar-flame 
He sees His servants duly pair'd. 

He loves when age and youth are met, 
Fervent old age and youth serene, 

Their high and low in concord set 
For sacred song, Joy's golden mean. 

He loves when some clear soaring mind 

Is drawn by mutual piety 
To simple souls and unrefin'd, 

Who in life's shadiest covert lie. 

Or if perchance a sadden' d heart 

That once was gay and felt the spring, 

Cons slowly o'er its alter' d part. 
In sorrow and remorse to sing, 

Thy gracious care will send that way 
Some spirit full of glee, yet taught 

To bear the sight of dull decay. 

And nurse it with all-pitying thought ; 

Cheerful as soaring lark, and mild 
As evening blackbird's dull-toned lay, 

When the relenting sun has smil'd 

Bright through a whole December day. 



ALL saints' day. 251 

These are the tones to brace and cheer 

The lonely watcher of the fold, 
When nights are dark, and foemen near, 

When visions fade and hearts grow cold. 

How timely then a comrade's song 
Comes floating on the mountain air, 

And bids thee yet be bold and strong — 
Fancy may die, but Faith is there. 



gill Saints' gag. 

Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed 
the servants of our God in their foreheads. Bcvelations vii. 3. 

Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind, 
Now every leaf is brown and sere, 

And idly droops, to thee resign' d. 
The fading chaplet of the year ? 

Yet wears the pure aerial sky 

Her summer veil, half drawn on high, 

Of silvery haze, and dark and still 
The shadows sleep on every slanting hill. 

How quiet shows the woodland scene ! 

Each flower and tree, its duty done, 
Reposing in decay serene, 

Like weary men when age is won. 
Such calm old age as conscience pure 
And self-commanding hearts insure, 



252 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Waiting their summons to the sky, 
Content to live, but not afraid to die. 

Sure if our eyes were purg'd to trace 
God's unseen armies hovering round, 

We should behold by angels' grace 

The four strong winds of Heaven fast bound, 

Their downward sweep a moment stay'd 

On ocean cove and forest glade, 

Till the last flower of autumn shed 
Her funeral odours on her dying bed. 

So in Thine awful armoury. Lord, 
The lightnings of the judgment day 

Pause yet awhile, in mercy stor'd. 
Till willing hearts wear quite away 

Their earthly stains ; and spotless shine 

On every brow in light divine 

The Cross by angel hands impress'd, 
The seal of glory won and pledge of promis'd rest. 

Little they dream, those haughty souls 
Whom empires own with bended knee, 

What lowly fate their own controls. 

Together link'd by Heaven's decree ; — 

As bloodhounds hush their baying wild 

To wanton with some fearless child, 

So Famine waits, and AVar with greedy eyes. 
Till some repenting heart be ready for the skies. 

Think ye the spires that glow so bright 
In front of yonder setting sun. 



HOLY COMMUNION. 258 

Stand by their own unshaken might ? 

No — where th' upholding grace is won, 
We dare not ask, nor Heaven would tell, 
But sure from many a hidden dell, 
From many a rural nook unthought of there, 
Rises for that proud world the saints' prevailing 
prayer. 

On Champions blest, in Jesus' name, 

Short be your strife, your triumph full. 
Till every heart have caught your flame, 
And, lighten'd of the world's misrule, 
Ye soar those elder saints to meet, 
Gather'd long since at Jesus' feet, 
No world of passions to destroy. 
Your prayers and struggles o'er, your task all praise 
and joy. 



^olg Commwmon. 

God of Mercy, God of Might, 
How should pale sinners bear the sight, 
If, as Thy power is surely here. 
Thine open glory should appear ? 

For now Thy people are allow'd 
To scale the mount and pierce the cloud, 
And Faith may feed her eager view 
With wonders Sinai never knew. 
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254 THE CHRISTIAN TEAR. 

Fresh from th' atoning sacrifice 
The world's Creator bleeding lies, 
That man, His foe, by whom He bled, 
May take Him for his daily bread. 

O agony of wavering thought 
When sinners first so near are brought! 
" It is my Maker — dare I stay ? 
*'My Saviour — dare I turn away?" 

Thus while the storm is high within 
'Twixt love of Christ and fear of sin, 
Who can express the soothing charm, 
To feel thy kind upholding arm, 

My mother Church ? and hear thee tell 
Of a world lost, yet loved so well. 
That He, by whom the angels live. 
His only Son for her would give ?^* 

And doubt we yet? Thou call'st again ; 
A lower still, a sweeter strain ; 
A voice from Mercy's inmost shrine, 
The very breath of Love divine. 

Whispering it says to each apart, 
" Come unto Me, thou trembling heart ;"-j- 
And we must hope, so sweet the tone. 
The precious words are all our own. 

* " So God loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son.* 
Sie the sentences in the Communion Service, after the Confession. 

t Come unto Me all that travail and are heavy laden, and I will 
refresh you. 



HOLY COMMUNION. 255 

Hear them, kind Saviour — hear Thy spouse 
Low at Thy feet renew her vows ; 
Thine own dear promise she would plead 
For us her true though fallen seed. 

She pleads by all Thy mercies, told 

Thy chosen witnesses of old. 

Love's heralds sent to man forgiven, 

One from the Cross, and one from Heaven.* 

This, of true Penitents the chief, 
To the lost spirit brings relief. 
Lifting on high th' adored Name : — 
•' Sinners to save, Christ Jesus came."f 

That, dearest of Thy bosom Friends, 
Into the wavering heart descends : — 
*' What ? fall'n again ? yet cheerful rise, J 
*' Thine Intercessor never dies." 

The eye of Faith, that waxes bright 
Each moment by Thine altar's light, 
Sees them e'en now : they still abide 
In mystery kneeling at our side ; 

And with them every spirit blest. 
From 'ealms of triumph or of rest, 
From Him who saw creation's morn, 
Of all Thine angels eldest born, 

* St. Paul and St. John. 

t This is a true saying, and worthy of all men to be received, That 
Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners. 

X If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ 
the righteous. 



256 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

To the poor babe, who died to-day, 
Take part in our thanksgiving lay, 
Watching the tearful joy and calm. 
While sinners taste Thine heavenly balm. 

Sweet awful hour ! the only sound 
One gentle footstep gliding round, 
Offering by turns on Jesus' part 
The Cross to every hand and heart. 

Refresh us, Lord, to hold it fast ; 
And when Thy veil is drawn at last, 
Let us depart where shadows cease. 
With words of blessing and of peace. 



f 0-Ig §n^tkm. 

Where is it mothers learn their love ?— 
In every Church a fountain springs 
O'er which th' eternal Dove 
Hovers on softest wings. 

What sparkles in that lucid flood 
Is water, by gross mortals ey'd : 
But seen by Faith, 'tis blood 
Out of a dear Friend's side. 

A few calm words of faith and prayer, 
A few bright drops of holy dew, 
Shall work a wonder there 
Earth's charmers never knew. 



HOLY BAPTISM. 257 

hapxjy arms, where cradled lies, 
And reu^dy for the Lord's embrace, 
That precious sacrifice, 
The darling of His grace ! 

Blest eyes, that see the smiling gleam 
Upon the slumbering features glow, 
When the life-giving stream 
Touches the tender brow ! 

Or when the holy cross is sign'd, 
And the young soldier duly sworn 
With true and fearless mind 
To serve the Virgin-born. 

But happiest ye, who seal'd and blest 
Back to your arms your treasure take, 
With Jesus' mark impress'd 
To nurse for Jesus' sake : 

To whom — as if in hallow'd air 

Ye knelt before some awful shrine — 
His innocent gestures wear 
A meaning half divine : 

By whom Love's daily touch is seen 

In strengthening form and freshening hue, 
In the fix'd brow serene, 
The deep yet eager view. — 

Who taught thy pure and even breath 
To come and go with such sweet grace ? 

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258 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Whence thy reposing Faith, 
Though in our frail embrace ? 

tender gem, and full of Heaven ! 
Not in the twilight stars on high, 
Not in moist flowers at even 
See we our God so nigh. 

Sweet one, make haste and know Him too, 
Thine own adopting Father love, 
That like thine earliest dew 
Thy dying sweets may prove. 



Oh ! say not, dream not, heavenly notes 

To childish ears are vain, 
That the young mind at random floats. 

And cannot reach the strain. 

Dim or unheard, the words may fall, 
And yet the heaven-taught mind 

May learn the sacred air, and all 
The harmony unwind. 

Was not our Lord a little child, 
Taught by degrees to pray, 

By father dear and mother mild 
Instructed day by day? 



CATECHISM. 259 

And lov'd He not of Heaven to talk 

With children in His sight, 
To meet them in His daily walk, 

And to His arms invite ? 

What though around His throne of fire 

The everlasting chant 
Be wafted from the seraph choir 

In glory jubilant ? 

Yet stoops He, ever pleas' d .0 mark 

Our rude essays of love. 
Faint as the pipe of wakening lark, 

Heard by some twilight grove : 

Yet is He near us, to survey 

These bright and order'd files, 

Like spring-flowers in their best array, 
All silence and all smiles. 

Save that each little voice in turn 
Some glorious truth proclaims, 

What sages would have died to learn, 
Now taught by cottage dames. 

And if some tones be false or low, 

What are all prayers beneath 
But cries of babes, that cannot know 

Half the deep thought they breathe ? 

In His own words we Christ adore, 
But angels, as we speak. 



26C THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Higher above our meaning soar 
Than we o'er children weak : 

And yet His words mean more than they, 
And yet He owns their praise : 

Why should we think, He turns away 
From infants' simple lays ? 



Confirmation. 

The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud 

Calm on the tents of Israel lay, 
While drooping paus'd twelve banners proud, 

Till He arise and lead the way. 

Then to the desert breeze unroll'd, 
Cheerly the waving pennons fly. 

Lion or eagle — each bright fold 
A lodestar to a warrior's eye. 

So should Thy champions, ere the strife, 
By holy hands o'er-shadow'd kneel, 

So, fearless for their charmed life, 
Bear, to the end, Thy Spirit's seal. 

Steady and pure as stars that beam 
In middle heaven, all mist above, 

Seen deepest in the frozen stream : — 
Such is their high courageous love. 



CONFIRMATION. 261 

And soft as pure, and warm as bright, 
They brood upon life's peaceful hour, 

As if the Dove that guides their flight 
Shook from her plumes a downy shower 

Spirit of might and sweetness too ! 

Now leading on the wars of God, 
Now to green isles of shade and dew 

Turning the waste Thy people trod ; 

Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil 
Between us and the fires of youth ; 

Breathe, Holy Ghost, Thy freshening gale, 
Our fever'd brow in age to soothe. 

And oft as sin and sorrow tire. 

The hallow'd hour do Thou renew, 
When beckon'd up the awful choir 

By pastoral hands, toward Thee we drew ; 

When trembling at the sacred rail 
We hid our eyes and held our breath, 

Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail. 
And long'd to own Thee to the death. 

For ever on our souls be trac'd 
That blessing dear, that dove-like hand, 

A sheltering rock in Memory's waste, 
O'er-shadowing all the weary land. 



262 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



patrimong. 

There is an awe in mortals' joy, 

A deep mysterious fear 
Half of the heart will still employ, 

As if we drew too near 
To Eden's portal, and those fires 
That bicker round in wavy spires, 
Forbidding, to our frail desires, 

What cost us once so dear. 

We cower before th' heart-searching eye 

In rapture as in pain ; 
Even wedded Love, till Thou be nigh, 

Dares not believe her gain • 
Then in the air she fearless springs. 
The breath of Heaven beneath her wings, 
And leaves her woodnote wild, and sings 

A tun'd and measur'd strain. 

Ill fare the lay, though soft as dew 

And free as air it fall, 
That, with Thine altar full in view. 

Thy votaries would enthrall 
To a foul dream, of heathen night, 
Lifting her torch in Love's despite, 
And scaring with baso wildfire light 

The sacred nuptial hall. 

Far other strains, far other fires. 
Our marriage-offering grace ; 



3IATR1M0NT. 263 

Welcome, all chaste and kind desires, 

With even matron pace 
Approaching down the hallow'd aisle ! 
Where should she seek Love's j erfect smile, 
But where your prayers were learned erewhile, 

In her own native place ? 

Where, but on His benignest brow. 

Who waits to bless you here ? 
Living, He own'd no nuptial vow. 

No bower to Fancy dear : 
Love's very self — for Him no need 
To nurse, on earth, the heavenly seed : 
Yet comfort in His eye we read 

For bridal joy and fear. 

'Tis He who clasps the marriage bond. 

And fits the spousal ring, 
Then leaves ye kneeling, hand in hand, 

Out of His stores to bring 
His Father's dearest blessing, shed 
Of old on Isaac's nuptial bed, 
Now on the board before ye spread 

Of our all-bounteous King. 

All blessings of the breast and womb, 

Of Heaven and earth beneath, 
Of converse high, and sacred home, 

Are yours, in life and death. 
Only kneel on, nor turn away 
From the pure shrine, where Christ to-day 
Will store each flower, ye duteous lay. 

For an eternal wreath. 



264 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



5@^i$itation anir €ommnnxon oi il^t Sixk, 

Youth and Joy, your airy tread 
Too lightly springs by Sorrow's bed, 
Your keen eye-glances are too bright, 
Too restless for a sick man's sight. 
Farewell ; for one short life we part : 

1 rather woo the soothing art, 
Which only souls in sufferings tried 
Bear to their suffering brethren's side. 

"Where may we learn that gentle spell ? 
Mother of Martyrs, thou canst tell ! 
Thou, who didst watch thy dying Spouse 
"With pierced hands and bleeding brows, 
"Whose tears from age to age are shed 
O'er sainted sons untimely dead. 
If e'er we charm a soul in pain. 
Thine is the key-note of our strain. 

How sweet with thee to lift the latch. 
Where Faith has kept her midnight watch, 
Smiling on woe : with thee to kneel, 
Where fix'd, as if one prayer could heal. 
She listens, till her pale eye glow 
With joy, wild health can never know, 
And each calm feature, ere we read. 
Speaks, silently, thy glorious Creed. 

Such have I seen : and while they pour'd 
Their hearts in every contrite word, 



VISITATION OF THE SICK. 265 

How have I rather long'd to kneel 
And ask of them sweet pardon's seal ! 
How bless'd the heavenly music brought 
By thee to aid my faltering thought ! 
*' Peace" ere we kneel, and when we cease 
To pray, the farewell word is, "Peace." 

I came again : the place was bright 
*'With something of celestial light" — 
A simple Altar by the bed 
For high Communion meetly spread, 
Chalice, and plate, and snowy vest. — 
We ate and drank : then calmly blest, 
All mourners, one with dying breath, 
We sate and talk'd of Jesus' death. 

Once more I came : the silent room 
Was veil'd in sadly-soothing gloom, 
And ready for her last abode 
The pale form like a lily show'd, 
By virgin fingers duly spread. 
And priz'd for love of summer fled. 
The light from those soft-smiling eyes 
Had fleeted to its parent skies. 

soothe us, haunt us, night and day, 
Ye gentle Spirits far away, 
With whom we shar'd the cup of grace, 
Then parted ; ye to Christ's embrace, 
We to the lonesome world again, 
Yet mindful of th' unearthly strain 
Practis'd with you at Eden's door, 
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266 IHE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

To be sung on, where Angels soar, 
With blended voices evermore. 



§xxxml of t^t §tnh. 



And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said 
unto her, Weep not. And he came and touched the bier : and they 
that bare him stood still. And He said. Young man, I say unto thee. 
Arise. St. Luhe vii. 13, 14. 

Who says, the wan autumnal sun 

Beams with too faint a smile 
To light up nature's face again. 
And, though the year be on the wane. 

With thoughts of spring the heart beguile? 

Waft him, thou soft September breeze, 

And gently lay him down 
Within some circling woodland wall. 
Where bright leaves, reddening ere they fall, 

Wave gaily o'er the waters brown. 

And let some graceful arch be there 

With wreathed mullions proud. 
With burnish'd ivy for its screen. 
And moss, that glows as fresh and green 

As though beneath an April cloud. — 

Who says the widow's heart must break, 
The childless mother sink ? — 



BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 26"} 

A kinder truer voice I hear, 

Which even beside that mournful bier 

Whence parents' eyes would hopeless shrink, 

Bids weep no more — heart bereft, 
How strange, to thee, that sound ! 

A widow o'er her only son, 

Feeling more bitterly alone 

For friends that press officious round. 

Yet is the voice of comfort heard. 
For Christ hath touch'd the bier — 

The bearers wait with wondering eye, 

The swelling bosom dares not sigh, 
But all is still, 'twixt hope and fear. 

Even such an awful soothing calm 

We sometimes see alight 
On Christian mourners, while they wait 
In silence, by some church-yard gate. 

Their summons to the holy rite. 

And such the tones of love, which break 

The stillness of that hour. 
Quelling th' embitter'd spirit's strife — 
**The Resurrection and the Life 

** Am I: believe, and die no more." — 

Unchang'd that voice — and though not yet 
The dead sit up and speak, 



268 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Answeiing its call; we glacUier rest 
Our darlings on earth's quiet breast, 

And our hearts feel they must not break. 

Far better they should sleep awhile 

Within the Church's shade, 
Nor wake, until new heaven, new earth, 
Meet for their new immortal birth 

For their abiding-place be made, 

Than wander back to life, and lean 

On our frail love once more. 
'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose 
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse 

How grows in Paradise our store. 

Then pass, ye mourners, cheerly on, 

Through prayer unto the tomb. 
Still, as ye watch life's falling leaf. 
Gathering from every loss and grief 
Hope of new spring and endless home. 

Then cheerly to your work again 
With hearts new-brac'd and set 
To run, untir'd, love's blessed race. 
As meet for those, who face to face 
Over the grave their Lord have met. 



CHURCHING OF WOMEN. 269 



C^urt^mg of Wiomtn. 

Is there, in bowers of endless spring, 

One known from all the seraph band 
By softer voice, by smile and wing 
More exquisitely bland ! 
Here let him speed : to-day this hallow'd air 
is fragrant with a mother's first and fondest prayer. 

Only let Heaven her fire impart. 

No richer incense breathes on earth : 
**A spouse with all a daughter's heart," 
Fresh from the perilous birth, 
To the great Father lifts her pale glad eye, 
Like a reviving flower when storms are hush'd on high, 

what a treasure of sweet thought 

Is here ! what hope and joy and love 
All in one tender bosom brought. 
For the all-gracious Dove 
To brood o'er silently, and form for Heaven 
Each passionate wish and dream to dear affection given. 

Her fluttering heart, too keenly blest, 

Would sicken, but she leans ^n Thee, 
Sees Thee by faith on Mary's breast, 
And breathes serene and free. 
Slight tremblings only of her veil declare* 
Soft answers duly whisper'd to each soothing prayer. 

* When the woman comes to this office, the rubric (as it was altered 
at the last review) directs that she be decently apparelhd, i. e., as the 
custom a7id order was formerly, tcith a wJiite covering or veil. Wheatly 
on the Common P-ajer, c. xiii. sect. i. .S. 

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270 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

We are too weak, when Thou dost bless, 

To bear the joy — help, Yirgin-born ! 
Bj Thine own mother's first caress, 
That wak'd Thy natal morn I 
Help, by the unexpressive smile, that made 
X Heaven on earth around the couch where Tnou 
wast laid ! 



Commirtatimt. 

The prayers are o'er: why slumberest thou so 
long. 
Thou voice of sacred song ? 
Why swell'st thou not, like breeze from mountain 
cave, 
High o'er the echoing nave, 
The white-rob'd priest, as otherwhile, to guide, 
Up to the Altar's northern side ? — 
A mourner's tale of shame and sad decay 
Keeps back our glorious sacrifice to-day : 

The widow'd Spouse of Christ: with ashes 
crown'd. 
Her Christmas robes unbound, 
She lingers in the porch for grief and fear, 

Keeping her penance drear.— 
is it nought to you ? that idly gay, 
Or coldly proud, ye turn away ? 
But if her warning tears in vain be spent, 
Lo, to her alter'd eye the Law's stern fires are lent. 



I 



COMMINATION. 271 

Each awful curse, that on Mount Ebal rang, 

Peals with a direr clang 
Out of that silver trump, whose tones of old 

Forgiveness only told. 
And who can blame the mother's fond affright,* 
Who sporting on some giddy height 
Her infant sees, and springs with hurried hand 
Tc snatch the rover from the dangerous strand ? 

But surer than all words the silent spell 

(So Grecian legends tell) 
When to her bird, too early 'scap'd the nest, 

She bares her tender breast, 
Smiling he turns and spreads his little wing. 
There to glide home, there safely cling. 
So yearns our mother o'er each truant son. 
So softly falls the lay in fear and wrath begun. 

Wayward and spoil'd she knows ye : the keen 
blast. 
That brac'd her youth, is past : 
The rod of discipline, the robe of shame — 

She bears them in your name : 
Only return and love. But ye perchance 
Are deeper plung'd in sorrow's trance ; 
Your God forgives, but ye no comfort take 
Till ye have scourg'd the sins that in your conscience 
ache. 

heavy laden soul ! kneel down and hear 
Thy penance in calm fear : 

* Alliding to a beautiful anecdote in the Greek Anthology, torn. i. 
180, ed Jacobs. See Pleasures of Memory, p. 133. 



272 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR 

With thine own lips to sentence all thy sin ; 

Then, by the judge within 
Absolv'cl, in thankful sacrifice to part 
For ever with thy sullen heart, 
Nor on remorseful thoughts to brood, and stain 
The glory of the Cross, forgiven and cheer'd in vain. 



Jorms of ^ragtr to h tistir at S^a, 

When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee. 

Isaiah xliii. 2. 

The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear 

Upon the desert main, 
As where sweet flowers some pastoral garden cheer 

AVith fragrance after rain : 
The wild winds rustle in the piping shrouds, 

As in the quivering trees : 
Like summer fields, beneath the shadowy clouds 

The yielding waters darken in the breeze. 

Thou too art here with thy soft inland tones, 

Mother of our new birth ; 
The lonely ocean learns thy orisons, 

And loves thy sacred mirth : 
When storms are high, or when the fires cf war 

Come lightening round our course, 
Thou breath'st a note like music from afar, 

Tempering rude hearts with calm angelic force. 



FORMS OF PRAYER TO BE USED AT SEA. 27'6 

Far, far away, the homesick seaman's hoard, 

Thy fragrant tokens live, 
Like flower-leaves in a precious volume stor'd, 

To solace and relieve 
Some heart too weary of the restless world ; 

Or like thy sabbath Cross, 
That o'er the brightening billow streams unfurl'd, 

Whatever gale the labouring vessel toss. 

kindly soothing in high Victory's hour. 

Or when a comrade dies, 
In whose sweet presence Sorrow dares not lower. 

Nor Expectation rise 
Too high for earth ; what mother's heart could spare 

To the cold cheerless deep 
Her flower and hope ? but Thou art with him there, 

Pledge of the untir'd arm and eye that cannot 
sleep : 

The eye that watches o'er wild Ocean's dead, 

Each in his coral cave, 
Fondly as if the green turf wrapt his head 

Fast by his father's grave. — 
One moment, and the seeds of life shall spring 

Out of the waste abyss, 
And happy warriors triumph with their King 

In worlds without a sea,* unchanging orbs of 
bliss. 

* And there was no more sea. Revelations xxi. 1. 



2T4 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 



#unpobirtr ^xtUBon, 



Aa tjiou hast testified of Me in Jerusalem, so must thou bear witnesi 
also at Rome. Acts xxiii. 11. 

Beneath the burning eastern sky 
The cross was rais'd at morn : 

The widow' d Church to weep stood by, 
The world, to hate and scorn. 

Now, journeying westward, evermore 

^Xe know the lonely Spouse 
By the dear mark her Saviour bore 

Trac'd on her patient brows. 

At Rome she wears it, as of old 

Upon th' accursed hill : 
By monarchs clad in gems and gold, 

She goes a mourner still. 

She mourns that tender hearts should bend 

Before a meaner shrine, 
And upon Saint or Angel spend 

The love that should be thine. 

By day and night her sorrows fall 

Where miscreant hands and rude 

Have stain'd her pure ethereal pall 
With many a martyr's blood. 

And yearns not her parental heart, 

To hear their secret sighs, 
Upon whose doubting way apart 

Bewildering shadows rise ? 



GUNPOWDER TREASON. 275 

Who to lier side in peace would cling, 

But fear to wake, and find 
"What thej had deem'd her genial wing 

Was Error's soothing blind. 

She treasures up each throbbing prayer : 
Come, trembler, come and pour 

Into her bosom all thy care, 
For she has balm in store. 

Her gentle teaching sweetly blends 

With the clear light of Truth 
Th' aerial gleam that Fancy lends 

To solemn thoughts in youth. — 

If thou hast lrf)v'd, in hours of gloom, 

To dream the dead are near, 
And people all the lonely room 

With guardian spirits dear, 

Dream on the soothing dream at will : 

The lurid mist is o'er. 
That show'd the righteous suffering still 

Upon th' eternal shore. 

If with thy heart the strains accord, 

That on His altar-throne 
Highest exalt thy glorious Lord, 

Yet leave Him most thine own ; 

come to our Communion Feast : 

There present in the heart. 
ISot in the hands, th' eternal Priest 

Will His true self impart. — 



276 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Thus, should thy soul misgiving turn 
Back to th' enchanted air, 

Solace and warning thou mayst learn 
From all that tempts thee there. 

And ! by all the pangs and fears 
Fraternal spirits know, 

When for an elder's shame the tears 
Of wakeful anguish flow, 

Speak gently of our sister's fall : 
Who knows but gentle love 

May win her at our patient call 
The surer way to prove ? 



^ing C^arks iht Partgr» 

This is thankworthy, if a man for conscience toward God endure grie^ 
suffering wrongfully. 1 St. Peter ii. 19. 

Praise to our pardoning God ! though silent now 
The thunders of the deep prophetic sky. 

Though in our sight no powers of darkness bow 
Before th' Apostles' glorious company : 

The Martyrs' noble army still is ours, 

Far in the North our fallen days have seen 

How in her woe the tenderest spirit towers 
For Jesus' sake in agony serene. 

Praise to our God ! not cottage hearths alone, 

And shades impervious to the proud world's glare, 



KING CHARLES THE MARTYR. 277 

feuch witness yield : a monarch from his thi one 
Springs to his Cross and finds his glory there. 

Yes : wheresoever one trace of thee is found, 
As in the Sacred Land, the shadows fall : 

With beating hearts we roam the haunted ground, 
Lone battle-field, or crumbling prison hall. 

And there are aching solitary breasts. 

Whose widow'd walk with thought of thee is 
cheer'd, 
Our own, our royal Saint : thy memory rests 

On many a prayer, the more for thee endear'd. 

True son of our dear Mother, early taught 
With her to worship and for her to die, 

Nurs'd in her aisles to more than kingly thought. 
Oft in her solemn hours we dream thee nigh. 

For thou didst love to trace her daily lore, 
And where we look for comfort or for calm, 

Over the self-same lines to bend, and pour 
Thy heart with hers in some victorious psalm. 

And well did she thy loyal love repay ; 

When all forsook, her Angels still were nigh, 
Chain'd and bereft, and on thy funeral way. 

Straight to the Cross she turn'd thy dying eye.* 

* His Majesty then bade him (Mr. Herbert) withdraw ; for he was 
about an hour in private with the Bishop (Juxon) : and being called in, 
the Bishop went to prayer; and reading also the 27th chapter of th« 
Gospel of St. Matthew, which relateth the Passion of our Blessed 
Saviour. The King, after the Service was done, asked the Bishop, if 
he had made choice of that chapter, being so applicable to his present 

24 



278 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

And yearly now, before the Martyrs' King, 
For thee she offers her maternal tears, 

Calls us, like thee, to His dear feet to cling, 
And bury in His wounds our earthly fears. 

The Angels hear, and there is mirth in Heaven, 
Fit prelude of the joy, when spirits won 

Like thee to patient Faith, shall rise forgiven, 

And at their Saviour's knees thy bright example 



gt^e gltstoratiort of t)^z ^ogal Jamilg, 

And Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I should 
go up with the King unto Jerusalem ? 2 Sarmiel xix. 34. 

As when the Paschal week is o'er, 
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more 

The breath of sacred song. 
But by the rising Saviour's light 
Awaken'd soars in airy flight. 

Or deepening rolls along ;••'" 

The while round altar, niche, and shrine, 
The funeral evergreens entwine. 
And a dark brilliance cast, 

condition ? The Bishop replied, ' May it please your Gracious Majesty, 
it is the proper lesson for the day, as appears by the Kalendar ;' which 
the King was much affected with, so aptly serving as a seasonable prep- 
aration for his death that day." Herberts 3fenwirs, p. 131. 

* The organ is silent in many Churches during Passica week: and 
in some it is the custom to put up evergreen boughs at Easter as well 
as at Christmas time. 



THE RESTORATION OF THE ROYAL FAMILY. 279 

The brighter for their hues of gloom, 
Tokens of Him, who through the tomb 
Into high glory pass'd : 

Such were the lights and such the strains, 
When proudly stream'd o'er Ocean plains 

Our own returning Cross ; 
For with that triumph seem'd to float 
Far on the breeze one dirgelike note 

Of orphanhood and loss. 

Father and King, where art thou ? 
A greener wreath adorns thy brow, 

And clearer rays surround ; 
for one hour of prayer like thine. 
To plead before the all-ruling shrine 

For Britain lost and found ! 

And he,* whose mild persuasive voice 
Taught us in trials to rejoice, 

Most like a faithful dove. 
That by some ruin'd homestead builds, 
And pours to the forsaken fields 

His wonted lay of love : 

Why comes he not to bear his part. 
To lift and guide th' exulting heart ? — 

A hand that cannot spare 
Lies heavy on his gentle breast : 
We wish him health ; he sighs for rest, 

And Heaven accepts the prayer. 

♦ Read Fell's Life of Hammond, p. 283-296. Oxford, 1800. 



280 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Yes, go in peace, dear placid spright, 
111 spar'd ; but would we store aright 

Thy serious sweet farewell, 
We need not grudge thee to the skies, 
Sure after thee in time to rise, 

With thee for ever dwell. 

Till then, whene'er with duteous hand. 
Year after year, my native Land 

Her royal offe^.ng brings, 
Upon the Altar lays the crown, 
And spreads her robes of old renown 

Before the King of Kings, 

Be some kind spirit, likest thine. 
Ever at hand, with airs divine 

The wandering heart to seize ; 
Whispering, " How long hast thou to live, 
*' That thou shouldst Hope or Fancy give 

** To flowers or crowns like these ?" 



As I was with Moses, so I will be with theo : I will not fail thee, nor 
forsake thee. Joshua i. 5. 

The voice that from the glory came 

To tell how Moses died unseen. 
And waken Joshua's spear of flame 

To victory on the mountains green. 
Its trumpet tones are sounding still, 

When Kings or Parents pass away, 



THE ACCESSION, 281 



They greet us with a cheering thrill 
Of power and comfort in decay. 

Behind the soft bright summer cloud 

That makes such haste to melt and die, 
Our wistful gaze is oft allow'd 

A glimpse of the unchanging sky : 
Let storm and darkness do their worst ; 

For the lost dream the heart may ache, 
The heart may ache, but may not burst : 

Heaven will not leave thee nor forsake. 



One rock amid the weltering floods, 

One torch in a tempestuous night, 
One changeless pine in fading woods : — 

Such is the thought of Love and Might, 
True Might and ever-present Love, 

When Death is busy near the throne. 
And Sorrow her keen sting would prove 

On Monarchs orphan'd and alone. 

In that lorn hour and desolate. 

Who could endure a crown ? but He, 
Who singly bore the world's sad weight, 

Is near, to whisper, " Lean on Me ; 
** Thy days of toil, thy nights of care, 

** Sad lonely dreams in crowded hall, 
** Darkness within, while pageants glare 

"Around — the Cross supports them all." 

promise of undying Love ! 

While monarchs seek thee for repose, 

24-* 



282 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Far in the nameless mountain cove 

Each pastoral heart thy bounty knows. 

Ye, who in place of shepherds true 
Come trembling to their awful trust, 

Lo here the fountain to imbue 

With strength and hope your feeble dust. 

Not upon Kings or Priests alone 

The power of that dear word is spent ; 
It chants to all in softest tone 

The lowly lesson of Content : 
Heaven's light is pour'd on high and low, 

To high and low Heaven's Angel spake ; 
^* Resign thee to thy weal or woe, 

*'I ne'er will leave thee nor forsake." 



©rbmatiott. 

After this, the congregation shall be desired, secretly in their p ayer«, 
to make their humble supplications to God for all these things: for tho 
which prayers there shall be silence kept for a space. 

After which shall be sung or said by the Bishop (the persor s to be 
ordained Priests all kneeling), "Veni, Creator Spiritus." B^hriein 
the Office for Ordering of Priests. 

'TwAS silence in Thy temple, Lord, 

When slowly through the hallow' d air 

The spreading cloud of incense soar'd, 

Charg'd with the breath of Israel's prayer. 

'Twas silence round Thy throne on high, 
When the last wondrous seal unclos'd,* 

* "When lie had opened the sevimth seal, there was silence in HeAven 
about the space of half an hour. Hev. viii. 1. 



THE ACCESSION. 283 

And in the portals of the sky 

Thine armies awfully repos'd 

And this deep pause, that o'er us now 
Is hovering — comes it not of Thee ? 

Is it not like a mother's vow, 

When with her darling on her knee, 

She weighs and numbers o'er and o'er 

Love's treasure hid in her fond breast, 

To cull from that exhaustless store 

The dearest blessing and the best ? 

And where shall Mother's bosom find, 
With all its deep love-learned skill, 

A prayer so sweetly to her mind, 

As, in this sacred hour and still. 

Is wafted from the white-rob'd choir. 
Ere yet the pure high-breathed lay, 

<'Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire," 
Rise floating on its dove-like way. 

And when it comes, so deep and clear 
The strain, so soft the melting fall. 

It seems not to th' entranced ear 

Less than Thine own heart-cheering call, 

Spirit of Christ — Thine earnest given 

That these our prayers are heard, and they, 

Who grasp, this hour, the sword of Heaven, 
Shall feel Thee on their weary way. 



284 THE CHRISTIAN YEAR. 

Oft as at morn or soothing eve 

Over the Holy Fount they lean, 

Their fading garuind freshly weave 

Or fan them with thine airs serene, 

Spirit of Light and Truth ! to Thee 

We trust them in that musing hour, 

Till they, with open heart and free, 

Teach all Thy word in all its power. • 

When foemen watch their tents by night, 

And mists hang wide o'er moor and fell, 

Spirit of Counsel, and of Might, 

Their pastoral warfare guide Thou well. 

And ! when worn and tir'd they sigh 
With that more fearful war within, 

When Passion's storms are loud and high. 
And brooding o'er remember'd sin 

The heart dies down— mightiest then. 
Come ever true, come ever near. 

And wake their slumbering love again, 
Spirit of God's most holy Fear! 



INDEX. 



A.ND is there in God's world so drear a place 

And wilt Thou hear the fever'd heart 

Angel of wrath ! vvhy linger in mid air 

As ra^'s around the source of light 

As when the Paschal week is o'er . 

At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid 

Awake — again the Gospel-trump is blown 



Beneath the burning eastern sky 
Bless'd are the pure in heart . 

Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide 

Dear is the morning gale of spring 



Father to me Thou art and Mother dear 
Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour 
First Father of the holy seed . 
Foe of mankind ! too bold thy race 



Go not away, thou weary soul 156 

Go up and watch the new-born rill 10§ 



72 

28 

278 

100 

14 

274 

214 

137 

223 

87 
90 
110 
64 



(285) 



286 INDEX. 

PAOS 

Hold up thy mirror to the sun ... , . 236 

Hues of the rich unfolding morn 9 

I mark'd a rainbow in the north 49 

In troublous days of anguish and rebuke .... 160 

Is it not strange, the darkest hour 97 

Is there, in bowers of endless spring 269 

Is this a time to plant and build 165 

It is so — ope thine eyes, and see 182 

It was not then a poet's dream 147 

Lessons sweet of spring returning 44 

Lord, and what shall this man do 30 

Lord, in Thy field I work all day 134 

My Saviour, can it ever be 117 

Not till the freezing blast is still 17 

Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven . . . 120 

for a sculptor's hand 112 

God of mercy, God of might 253 

hateful spell of Sin ! when friends are nigh . . .145 

holy mountain of my God 95 

Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will 92 

Thou who deign'st to sympathize 219 

Youth and Joy, your airy tread 264 

Of the bright things in earth and air 22 

Oh ! day of days ! shall hearts set free 102 

Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes .... 251 

Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene 221 

On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance .... 170 

Praise to our pardoning God! tnough silent now . . 276 

Prophet of God, arise and take 158 

Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun .... 195 

Say, ye celestial guards, who wait 32 



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See Lucifer like lightning fall . 
See"?t thou, how tearful and alone . 
Sinoe all that is not Heaven must fade . 
Sit down and take thy fill of joy 
Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May 
Star of the East, how sweet art Thou 
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers 
Sweet Dove ! the softest, steadiest plume 
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies 

Ten cleans'd, and only one remain 

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze . 

'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun 

The bright-hair'd morn is glowing . 

The clouds that wrap the setting sun 

The Earth that in her genial breast 

The heart of childhood is all mirth 

Th' historic Muse, from age to age . 

The live-long night we've toil'd in vain 

The midday sun, with fiercest glare 

The morning mist is clear'd away . 

The prayers are o'er : why slumberest thou so 

The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud 

The shower of moonlight falls as still and 

The Son of God in doing good 

The voice that from the glory came 

The world's a room of sickness, where each 

The year begins with Thee 

There are, who darkling and alone . 

There is an awe in mortals' joy 

There is a book, who runs may read 

They know th' Almighty's power . 

Thou first-born of the year's delight 

Thou thrice denied, yet thrice belov'd 

'Twas silence in Thy temple, Lord . 

Twice in her season of decay 

Two clouds before the summer gale 



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We -were not by when Jesus came 

Well may I guess and feel 

What liberty so glad and gay 

What sudden blaze of song 

What went ye out to see . 

When bitter thoughts, of conscience born 

Wlien brothers part for manhood's race 

When God of old came down from Heaven 

When nature tries her finest touch 

When Persecution's torrent blaze 

Where is it mothers learn their love 

Where is the land with milk and honey flowing 

Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice . 

Who is God's chosen priest .... 

Who says, the wan autumnal sun . 

Why blo^^-'st thou not, thou wintry wind 

Why doth my Saviour weep .... 

Why should we faint and fear to live alone . 

Will God indeed with fragments bear 

Wish not, dear friends, my pain away 



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Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness 
Ye whose hearts are beating high . . 
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